Oft times

Oft times

There is a floundering

Cryptic and clueless

A dampening

Drowning in silence

Grasping for the safety

Of things known

Once understood

Quicker than a finger snap

Further now to reach

As vital pieces

Slip between the lines

The gap grown bigger

As worn out gears

With fewer teeth

Sluggish reuptake

Struggle for an instant rewind

Immediate access

To current information

Is denied

Data storage hidden in overstuffed

Boxes full of cotton balls

With additional polystyrene

Cognition mothballed

Beneath

A skin tight membrane

Weighed down

On all sides

With incidentals

Muting the intensity

Of external stimulation

Age old problems

Are no less grave

Than they ever were

It is in the retrieval

Upon which solutions founder

The tip of a tongue

A little less sharp

Allowing vital words

To simply slip away

Until too late

The penny dropped

Is returned

When you are alone

With nobody left

To spend it with.