I won’t tell you

I won’t tell you 
if you won’t tell me
The moment when the end is in sight

Time has become dropping coins into buckets
Relegated to the language of porcelain dolls
Speak too hard and someone might break

Forget everything and figure it out
The world is getting strange
No more strange than it’s always been
Lost in lists and lines and lives
without knowing who we are
or what we’re made of

Improvising certainties
Doing the very best to discard doubt
when doubt is the very thing that
keeps us honest and honestly
I don’t know 
and I’m not sure 
I ever will