Communication Block

Sit and chat no tethered ball
Truth open imagination free
Through aimless talk I knew you all
Beneath the old oak tree

I knew by heart your parents' names
Your numbers worked a rhyme
Never feared of any change
Even wished ahead of time

Now we are at our previous future
Still running just the same
Your birthdays lost inside my head
Behind a studied name

Because someone is hard to find
Talk cheap, all down the streets
The finer ear, the wider eye
For speech is not a sense