It must have started then when he was quite young.
He can't remember when he didn't, really.
It began with the phone and somehow it jumped
from there to his brain--compelled to rehearse.
He just assumed then there were good reasons
to plan all he'd say so nothing came out--
Unintended or awkward or stupid
like some mope or some fool who knew nothing.
He'd plan what he'd say so he wouldn't regret
leaving out or worse saying the wrong thing
Often he'd realize later it seemed
what he wished he had not said at the time.
In spite of it all, he realized now
what he'd said anyway--some foolish thing.
Did he really say that, please tell me no.
He meant to say this, but he didn't, you know.
It came out all wrong. If it came up now,
he'd never repeat that unrehearsed thing.
Now he finds himself driving and thinking
words over, choosing only those best ones...
Wasting his now time rehearsing for some
next conversation that never will be.
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