I can't find my way home

I'm here to tell you...

There are only so many words
that you can arrange together
cluster after cluster
and still make it sound poetic.

Today, I'm here to tell you
that i'm running out of words
far quicker than i had imagined.

If you want to know the truth
it's that i'm in a rut
i'm spiralling down into a pit
that i escaped long ago.

I'm just here to tell you
that I feel like Dorothy
because i can't find my way home

and i'm running out of ways to tell you
Speaking to you is like
speaking to a brick wall
it won't do you one little bit of good
there's no interpretation

Somedays, I feel the need to chill out
just for a couple hours
be a little more like Stargirl
and lose myself in the cool bite of winter mornings.

I wrote this in January of 2009, but it seems to fit right now so i decided to go ahead and post it.