Such a soft spoken second thought
We understand we must endure
Our bodies while they weaken and they rust
Safer to spin a hard truth
Than defend the pretender
Only to sooth a superficial wound
If everything you never said
Comes back to haunt you in the end
You’d break before you bend
All that leverage overhead
Now even our best guesses
Have started asking questions
We cannot comprehend the immeasurable rest
Destined to buried beds