I convince myself it’s easy to comprehend,
yet I stand on the precipice of ambiguity.
Knowing that it could go one way,
but I desperately want it to go another.

Everything collapses at once, both meaningful and meaningless.
Who am I?
Who am I when no one is watching?

These days, I have nowhere to hide,
and nothing left to dream about.

It is clear the very ground I have built upon
has no structural integrity
fragile,
ready to break at any time.

Yet the world does not pause while I figure this out.
The sun rises and sets, the calendar fills my days,
and buildings remain tall and untouched.

Life insists on moving forward,
indifferent to my hesitation.

But I will stop.
I will breathe, even if only for a moment.
I will shift my weight and test the ground,
not pretending stability where there is none,
but rebuilding correctly where I have failed.