these are hard times for dreamers

So many words get lost... they leave the mouth and lose their courage.. they wander aimlessly.. I wander aimlessly.. like string telephone wires... sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the things that need to be said...  I am perched uneasy... looking into nothingness, I tried.. but I cant help but to not see the light... I teeter on a tightrope, like a circus performer, my fingers always fumbling for a hand to hold..  I always let go and start tumbling down...  through the air, to the ground...   I am not afraid to bleed, to stand with skinned knees and broken pieces....  I feel stale and stationary... I can't find that keyhole of hope, I only think of dead ends.  I take the staircase two steps at a time, listen to the crackle of the record player and I dream....