My words are sleeping
down the lanes of pumping fist
facing the dilemma
to wake up in the meantime, or
to hibernate for some more days
afraid of the shootout
fear of being lost
the curfew of listeners
locked them into
inside rooms
gone are the days of
expressing emotions
sharing of thoughts
and giving lovely tokens
thy priorities shuffling
my words are now under the shelves
time being the biggest game changer
and me trying to interpret 
everyone's perception myself.