Passing By

I can't recall the moment when the doubt ripped your face,
Or put my finger on quite when the fog took your place..
We've been beating on it until we're black & blue-
Just what good exactly is it going to do?

Could we at least agree upon the size & the shape-
The relative dimensions that the lie ought to take.
If we could run away for just a week or two,
Maybe it would burn the way it
Used to do?

Not a breath of wind, not a cloud in the sky,
All the better then to watch the world,
Passing By....