Words leave my mouth
With slightly too much air
End up floating
between here and there
Adrift in lost communication
Oft missing target
Intended destination
Frustration
For on paper
My words are weighted fast
A strength and purity
Made to last
And in song
They cut through noise and ocean
Driven home
With intense emotion
Devotion to craft
But in common speech
They get the shaft
Not given weight that they deserve
Left to bobble and to swerve
Unfair
I should remove the air
Give them focus
Shape and form
Carry the weight of what is meant
And make them arrive
To where I sent them.