Conundrum

My tongue is tied

And falling off

At the same time.

I can't talk.

Night makes thieves of them

It's subtle.

But they'll pretend to take you in.

Then you're gone.

It takes time.

You'll learn in life

That it takes time.

Your whole life.

Moving around makes waves

And proves your existence.

But people are skeptical.

A picture convinces.

My tongue is tied.

No it hasn't fallen off.

But I know when it does

That my legs will be stuck.