When Old is New Again

When Old is New Again

I just want to write the words,
that would take your breath away.
Tonight, they aren’t coming though.
I just want to write the words;
that would make everything perfect.
Tonight, I don’t know if it’s sand or sadness.
I just want to write the words;
that would propel me into a future that I want.
The road ahead doesn’t seem like a kind one.
I just want to write the words;
that would cement something for me.
Just one solid, dependable thing.
Just one.
Tonight I just want to write the words;
that would explain it all.
But, fear keeps feelings behind locked doors.
As ever.
Tonight I want to write the words;
that will tell me what to think, correctly, and with complete assurance that my mind is leading the rest of me into the correct choices and emotions.
When has that ever happened?