Overserious

I talk, but don't say anything at all
So often I've forgotten what it takes
To have real content. I lower the stakes
By blathering about coming snowfall,
The quality of warmth within a shawl,
Geography surrounding the Great Lakes,
And such light things; my courage almost breaks
When called upon to cease this lengthy stall
And speak directly to the point. Can I
Remember how to talk of how I feel,
The details of desires and decisions,
The causes of my errors and misprisions,
Or anything important, vital, real?
I cannot tell, but I will swear to try.