I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine –
Lived that way, life would be fine.
But sadly, that’s not how it works
Though that could be one of life’s sweet perks.
We view each other with grim suspicion,
Relying on some weird intuition.
Instead of giving each other a chance,
We engage in some kind of deadly dance.
You know, we might just be surprised,
Our neighbourly opinion might be revised.
We might find ourselves a brand-new friend –
One on whom we can depend.
And isn’t that what we truly seek,
As from behind our wall we peek?
Lower the drawbridge, the portcullis raise.
Watch the sun break through the haze.
26 July 2018