Delayed conscience

Am running out of words
Yet my brains ache
As ideas collide inside
All pummeling at once
Untimmed due to your stare
Creating a sweaty path
One a afraid to slide
A mistake beckons
A slip of thoughts
Consequence of delayed conscience
Tongue-tied to warn
Beaming to later haunt
To quench nostalgia
Drain my vision to act
Yet am still thinking
Why then am I out of words