Now that we're all upset
Whatever I think next
Is better left unsaid
No one to blame
Just ourselves
For holding contempt
While I start to dissolve
Under the weight of the rain on this tent
Familiar but always subtly different
Different
Fundamental
But not that special
Our vantage point
Was dust that settled
I could have sworn
The face inside that cloud resembled
An enemy
But it was me
Familiar
But different, subtly
Pressured by peers
Through word of mouth
Pushing back using the self in doubt
Stuck in one posture
Meant to be corrective
Elective procedures
Leading to opposite problems
There's nothing wrong with going under
Just don't do it too often
We do it too often
Now that we're all upset
Whatever I think next
Is better left unsaid
No one to blame but myself