It's been a little while. So have a poem.

TALK LIKE A…. Am I really in rhythm, Or am I repeating myself. Am I just repeating myself, Am I making sense to anyone else? Common points need calculations, Common points at conversations, Common points of complications, Left behind, Feeling frustrated. Its overrated. These commonalities, though I know they shouldn’t be, Keep finding their way to the core of me. I tire and tear with each passing beat, Lost before I’ve said a thing. Then I say it again as I go on pretending, Repeating missed takes without an ending. Sometimes I think I’m speaking in sync, In rhythms that link to keep things discreet. Brain skips ahead with mouth on repeat, Reality sets in with heart beating me. Repeat beat, Beat repeat, Am I in rhythm with anyone else, Am I repeating this just to myself? Is this really overrated, Am I still repeating myself? Still in the same place, Still in the same state, Still with the same case. Have I really repeated myself? Do I make sense to anyone else? Are these points I place, These points in time and space, Pointing in the wrong way? Repeating day after day, I beat myself with a better way to say, Hey.