I’ve been trying to dig deeper,
to understand why me and you seem to be more than us
and the truth is I’m not getting to an answer.

Maybe for this my soul has nothing but smoke
and mirrors, really.
What I’m feeling?
Thinking? Imaging?
Perhaps my fear of us
is based on projection.

But I haven’t come to what I’m projecting
or from where.
My conclusions are not coming
and my truth is just possible whisps, really.

Maybe truth doesn’t come
through heavy cider consumption.
Bathroom resumption sure does, though.

Digging deeper does not do everything
I hoped it would.