Tiptoe

Andrew R. Duckworth

We’ve gotten so good at tiptoeing,
Sneaking around crowded rooms
And whispering with a shy voice,
Puffing our chests simultaneously.
We’ve gotten so good at tiptoeing
Away from the bullhorn,
Volume at full blast,
Our tails between our legs.
We’ve gotten so good at tiptoeing
Our way around Truth,
Taking it, shredding it,
Pretending to care about it.

And who are we? Who will know
If all we seem to do is tiptoe?