Pause.

and these lines
have been flying through air,
in and out out of my head
breaking the truths,
that would soon be found
at the bottom of something too deep.

oh your too fast.
its too soon to tell.
faces to decode,
but expressions are blank,
and no clues.
so just tell me,
tell me, the truth

the clock is ticking . . .
counting seconds,
counting,
every time you
close your eyes,
skip a beat,
and swallow your words.
tick . . . tick . . . ticking away.
spit out the lines,
just tell me,
tell me the truth.