Trying talks,
And the time trickles by,
And I try to understand the tones,
But the tri-tones just seem to trace the boiling emotion,
And I'm shifting through a timeless stew,
That tastes so tangible and not,
And I sit confused,
But an answer sits at the tip of my tongue,
Yet He left it there for another day,
When I'll be a little better prepared for trying talks,
It never left his hands anyway.