the world is full of stock responses.
Drunken rants and sober prophets.
The type of things people say to do
that even in their cool sincerity
would never do themselves.
Are capable people incapable of good advice?
Or are jokes just easier to offer?
Is saying you don’t know so hard to admit?
Or are we so prone to speak that it doesn’t matter?
With nonchalance and anxious laughter
everyone knows everything you don’t.
With due respect and eyes that wander
everyone’s got the answer for things they can’t control.
In a world of stock responses—
I hear the words that don’t come out
and do my best to listen.
I take them with a grain of salt
and read between the lines.
I see their good intentions get
distorted by this feeling,
that no one has the answers, and some things never change—
I’ve just left the conversation
long before its end.