Unsure...
I'm really unsure how many words have been said
I'm unsure which words were live and which have been left for dead
I'm unsure which words were created whilst my body laid in bed
Surely dreaming
That is if dreams are a sure thing
I've dreamed of warmer days far away from here
Though closer to you
I'm unsure if today you've closed your eyes
And an image of me materialized and my smile came into view
I'd call this daydreaming
I'm truly unsure if it's better to be planted here on dry land
Or run towards the waves
As they crash and break the sand, today
At times I'm unsure if I should remain seated all day
Even though my watch instructs me when to stand
The damn thing instructs me when to breathe
Yet it never provided any instructions on when it was safe to leave
So I've remained seated, unsure of myself
Yesterday, I thought I was broken
A lost token
A relic to times gone by
A lone bird who never learned to fly
Properly
Now this man, which some see
Still has the ability to jump and climb into trees
In order to see the world which slowly floats by
It's amazing the smallest details which capture my eyes
I'm unsure if patience is a virtue
Or if Rapunzel had long hair
I'm unsure what truly matters
Or for that matter, who really cares
I'm unsure if I'll call you later
Means you'll ever receive a call at all
I'm unsure if pride really comes before the fall
I'd like to think it's bad timing
The stumble and fall
Bad timing like being on the wrong end of a call
Bad timing like being to early on a curveball
Bad timing like air-balling a shot because one didn't have the nerve
There was time still on the clock
Bad timing like chocolate chip cookies that aren't cooked through
Bad timing like being too late to...
Its been some time, since words danced around in my head
I was unsure if I could convey the right words which often times get left on read
My heart is sort of an inbox
And in this box there are a few drafts
No sents
Nor received
I'm unsure if here is where silence is meant to feel like the breeze...