All I know

I lose us in words I do not know how to say                           yet,
They sit, thick in my throat
 Threatening to choke me
If only they could find the time.
That is all they are waiting for
like a gauntlent pending its drop
But I cannot dwell on this,
my feet find their way to the ground
I am unsteady, but still I wander
I pretend the uncertainty is the leaves, crushed under my feet as I move on
The words are the puddles I kick through, making my shoes slightly more laden and heavy, but I do not stop
Not for the weight,
not for those who yell that I am too much of a dreamer
Far too in the clouds to find my way on pavement
 I laugh because they think I am searching,
But there is nothing to be found
I allow the journey to manifest itself,
and that is all I know.