You’re so chatty, it’s unbearable.
There aren’t words, but you’ll find them eventually.
From there it’s a bit of a blur really.
You’re constant– you’ve always sort of… been around.
Didn’t see where you’d come from, or where you’ve gotten to.
Always kind of meant to, just never quite got around to it.
You’re blinding, it’s annoying, actually.
You’ve always moved with colours following your fluidity, and whatnot.
My, that got away from me for a second there. Geez.
What was I saying again? Wait, no. Don’t help me!
You’re tending your wounds, and I was never really conscripted.
It urks me some, but what doesn’t.
If I were to sum you up in three words,
Those words would be silent, but meaningful.
I wonder what you’d say.