Running Out of Words. Running Out of Time.

My thoughts are vague, I can't explain.
Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I was too lame.'
My heart's undecided, it's so absurd.
I can't think of anything my mind's so stirred.


Can't say I'm broken, can't say I'm okay;
I just want my thoughts to be poured out this way.
For when it is full, it is lost and crashed.
Wisdom is wasted, it is put to trash.

-- Angeli Cstrllo