haven’t heard their response 

start to doubt the story 

everything we could count on 

has started to fall away 

 

re-examining the premise 

can’t prove a thing 

it’s gotten to the point where 

if others doubt us, we agree

 

we wait and we wait again 

practicing being ourselves 

bend and we stretch 

trying not make a mess

 

we rely on each other 

we blame ourselves 

one part of the puzzle 

is the size of this mess

 

good intentions wrapped 

in survival impulses 

our higher selves often 

feel themselves robbed