A little of a lot

9/11/2009:

My words are getting smaller,
It seems there's lesser to say.
Each time the tide sets in,
It's here not too long,
Because the moon turns quick,
And faltering, I stop.
I do not pause, I do not break,
It's not a question of time.
The way I thought has come to end..
Now, it's just short versions,
As the head spins too fast,
When too much said, leads to too much felt.