I walk through the fuzz of my voice as I spoke to the air.
I wish I could see clearly, more clearly than these pair.
Where do I land if I randomly picked a point to jump?
Do I end up being the richest or with stitches in a slump?
These pair of ears had heard too much of nothingness.
Your actions are gold but your constant talking is worthless.
Everything becomes a challenge when you're crippled.
Put up so high, yourself, but in my eyes you are belittled.
Your face is no longer a welcome sign hung on the main door.
The road ahead is blocked by what you had in store.
Throw to me your words that are simmered and sieved.
I will catch it like a letter that's sent but not recieved.