Wavering, derelict shouts hold different ideas about want.
Careening words push and shove their way out of my mouth,
the chatter cannot be reined in no matter how hard I try.
My mind is a starving questioner
with a body that pushes mute buttons in people’s minds.
Moments looking for connections to the two separate entities
knowing the possibilities are within reach,
if only I could beat those troublesome, noisy words back
to give the more contemplative thoughts equal opportunity.