In A Nut Shell

In A Nut Shell



Here we be
yet again..

Rote routine..

Forced reality..

Automatic pilot
clicking on..

Our favorite
defense mechanisms
we wrap ourselves in
to make it through
with minimum pain..

Hedge against 
the risk
of all rotating
variables hitherto unknown..

Here we be
yet again..

Saying the same
old things
to the same
old faces..

We communicate..

We regurgitate
clever cliches..

All the while fearing
the day that may come
when our cover gets blown
and our buried core
gets forever exposed