Where have the words gone?

Discovery is an honest thing,
It's perfectly good or depressingly bad,
But it's the truth.

Where have my words gone,
and I mean it literally,
where have they gone,
Did they evaporate, or did they get sucked away, or are they just hiding?

They seem to be eluding me, or is it me who is eluding them?
Either way they taken away their father fantasy too.
Don't know why I want them, but I do miss them.
They were a part of me, I thought.
And I keep thinking they'll be a part of me.

But nothing is without compromise they say,
But they say again that time is flexible
But I see that mind isn't.
There has to be a transition, like the way my Social science teacher told in 8th,
just like the temperate trees fade into the tropical,
yes the mind's just like that.
But now I wonder whether life's like that.