"My name it ain't nothin',
my age it means less"
Is there a blindfold on your heart's eyes? Or perhaps better put it, maybe its ears have been covered and something's muzzling the sound coming from this direction.
"can't waste time
when it comes time
I've even had words here but sometimes you take them from me. You don't steal them. Maybe it's just that I don't properly seal them. Therefore, I think thoughts thoroughly and by the time my mind and hands have the time to speak the translation has gone missing. So I don't blame you, and really who could? In fact, these words must have a better purpose. And who knows, perhaps in the future a manuscript in my mind will be found and my hands will be better equipped to transcribe the cognitions at that time.
There are sometimes words that make little sense to anyone around. Sometimes they're for later. Sometimes they might just be clouds of verbal air. And still, sometimes they might be a vessel for yet unknown truths.
I'm really not sure what it all means but life is still the in-between. In-between is often all there is. All we have. If we live from event to place to mountaintop to valley, life wouldn't be living, it'd be hopscotch. Or it would be leapfrog. As much as we may wish for it to be one of those things, it's important to live in the flat moments. The gray moments. The Swiss moments. Flat lines and endless paths, hallways and seemingly endless roads, they all are in-between. And though they are in-between, they are still life.
Do not forget
that, they are
And for those who remain curious,
I come from