I could be seventeen or  I could be seventy.
I could be in a crowd or somewhere all alone.
I could have something to reach out other than only my thoughts or maybe not.
I could be screaming out to you or I could be gagging.
I could, I should, I most probably would.
But I fear my voice would be really feeble.
I fear I might be too far away, in terms of both earshot and attention.
I will still try reaching out with that muffled voice.
But I fear you will not be able to hear.