Stand looking in on conversation, Understand, smile and nod. Nothing more can be done, For the voice is none. Blinking eyes flirt without sound, Happily beam a witty grin, Causing the start of what, What is about to begin? Winning them over without a word, Showing their every sound made was heard, The walls they echoed to ears well trained, Thoughts in head, there they remain. So bland a feeling, Not being able to say… What you feel and think, Needing savior from an ego that consumes. Try handing tools to vocalize, Keep your pen, And your paper too. Unless the things I do intrigue you.