Things To Say... Poem by Toby

I have something to say.
Something I want to say,
something I really want to say.

I open my mouth, and
Nay, nay.
There is nothing to say.

I open my mouth again, and
Twiddle dee, twiddle doo.
What? Am I having a flu?

I strive to speak, and
Neek breek, neek breek.
It's all Greek.

So it is,
Naught emerges.
Meaning.
So fluid and smooth,
sloshes around in my chest.
Just... waiting to be expressed.

Or perhaps
it would just be best,
beneath emotion's high crests,
to lay at rest.

~Tobbie 13-02-2007