I’m speaking to a crowd of no people

I’m speaking to a crowd of no people,
I’m singing out my wordless tune,
My songs flow out through my hand to my keys,
Because there they can take all the time that they please,

But this era of typing aphasia,
That plagues my every idea,
Of misspelling my thoughts through the lens of my brain,
Where connections are needed for friendship to gain,
This world of unknown connections,
To people who seem to care,
Looks like a trap to a false sense of closeness,
When really they hide, an internal grossness,

But, I’m speaking to a crowd of no people,
I’m singing out my wordless tune,
My songs flow out through my hand to my keys,
Because there they can take all the time that they please,

Like p, np, and politics,
The two sides of my brain can’t liaise,
And the umpteenth word not remembered or stuttered,
Results in great plans I have that get shuttered,
But at every turn, every small line of progress,
Entropy sweeps me away,
When all I need to succeed is one big success,
One thing to go right, without all the stress,
That happens when being all cooped up in your thoughts,
Unable to form into words,
When the only solace I can find,
Are my laptop and my mind,

Because I’m speaking to a crowd of no people,
I’m singing out my wordless tune,
My songs flow out through my hand to my keys,
Because there they can take all the time that they please,

I need to reach out to find someone,
Someone who has setbacks, like me,
Who can talk through their mouth but prefers to sing,
And has countless ideas, to which they cling,
Hoping and trying but never achieving,
Because they are a lot like me,
So I’m speaking to a crowd, to find people,
People with unique ideas,
Who’ve faced up to the challenge, all on their own,
Who’ve done many things, but their wish stays unknown,
And the implications of this pent up passion,
Unplacated because we’re paying to be poor,
But praying to be more,
So I’m singing out my wordless tune,
And I hope you hear my song.
-Aaron E-J