Why don’t you just fall out of my mouth?
Why are you sheddering on your way out to sprout?
Why don’t the pictures in my head change into what anyone would understand?
Why are there storms between brain and words?
Why do you have to change the tongue to drop out, and to express exactly what I just wanna shout.
Why are you getting so foggy and mouthy?
Why are you blocking and not just spreading the pictures and pretend them to be couthy.
Why do you stop and make me feel stupid?
You know this is something for me I have no capacity to handle it.
Making me swing back and fourth.
Shaking my cristall sharp thoughts
into an inpenetratable fog.