The throat searches for the voice
The heart tries to push it up
so that it might radiate out
expressing something
while the idea formed in the brain
digested in the hungry stomach
sits waiting for it's bus up and out
The mind dreads honesty
so none of those vehicles
show signs of stopping
blanked faced drivers
just getting through their shift
Your voice goes wandering
through the rest of your body
giving you indigestion
stubbing your toe
Like a bankrupt company in denial
you chalk it all up to other reasons
convenient impossible problems
that cannot be solved today
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