When did this wind start, strong enough to blow away inhibitions
left farther behind with every step you take.
Where was this betrayal seeded?
Had to be close enough to inflict that hurt,
make no mistake about that.
Though in many ways too many folks, confident enough in their denial
of those denials; yet some above may have survived;
Too few remained to describe us
with the dirt of this fiction still between our toes,
or tell the ones with backs bent from lifting too much weight,
or tell them why the blue collar is not the dirtiest part of the shirt.
We fell down too repeatedly and premature
asking can you realize happiness without first experiencing hurt?
When did this wind start?