Anything for just a moment

A poem written at the spur of the moment putting my current thoughts on paper (or text).

What's happening now?
You're not twenty feet away and I'm stuck.
Brought down by friends with silence in numbers,
I'm here in this unorganized maner.
It's not like me to follow these actions,
It comes with a senseless gap for error.

But when the world refuses to listen
what can a rhetoric do with himself?
A story untold and not by my will.
I almost hope i'll never get the chance.
With a closed mind i can't help you enjoy
My own personal picture of the world.