Soliloquy
A monologue that no one sees
Delivered to the silence of solitude
In the empty space of emotionless time
This is my shout that falls dead on the floor
For lack of a receiving ear
Cast adrift in an uninterested world
To float 'til it finds a resting place
My backwards-tied thoughts
Like my backwards-tied shoelaces
Twisted but mindless
Force of habit
Force of words.

Therefore,
Schmitty