lost syllables

get out your words and try try to make everything all right sling them like arrows into the gauntlet of time do they even know what they're trying to find or do they just need to unwind this old man played too many knick-knacks too many times too many paddy whacks to give his dog a bone and that's okay... he's got his syllables to lead him... astray ...or guide him home it doesn't matter... they love to roam over the highways and byways through space and time through the intricate mazes of his heart and mind not looking to mean anything but to be happily lost.. like petals in the breeze fluttering, floating and flying free that's all they've ever needed to be but if they could find their way to a better place on some promising day and could kiss you long enough sink hard enough and deep enough they'd never be forgotten