Second to Numb.

I'll tip toe tacitly
my way back to
... 

Standing at the sidelines

Half indifferent, half afraid,
It might only leave you voiceless.

What is given can't be returned.
The cards are in our hands.

Once you catch your breath,
A question simmers inside.

How far away from being in

Can there be stated of love?

How to put it is you're bound within.

What matter is it made of?

What will we become?
Second to numb.