The water that was thicker than blood has been diluted. Titrated over time and colors changing. Maybe just becoming more true. Nothing to do but get used to it. I mean, it’s not particularly unfamiliar. Just another point on the trend line. But it’s fine. Just didn’t expect it. Oh, the things we believe in.
It’s not my place to say that wishes are being misplaced. Not my place to say that the genie will never be able to deliver. The end that is being longed for will never come. I can’t say these things because it no longer seems like the things I say matter. If I don’t matter, what impact can my words have? What a feedback loop.
I’ve changed nothing though. I won’t. No need to. I’ll continue to do the things that I used to do. If it’s not recognized, it’s not on me. Blatant things are so hard to see. Blinded by what I don’t know. At the end of the day I know that I was consistent. Nothing more that I can do but let what is speak for itself.
I wish Peace, but I’ll never let it Out. I wanted Good, but you already said Bye. No help needed in the destruction. If anything ever mattered, you know I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
Cryptic? Maybe. Meaningful? Definitely.