Sociology

We are a house of cards

Precipitously placed

Smiling and nodding

While holding our breaths.

One wrong word

thought

perception

We tumble

So fragile

Never what we once were

Until we are built back up again

Holding our breaths.

We're proud of our skill

We love what we've made

But how little we know

One wrong word can decimate

We are rigid, not fluid

We balance, not gel

We protect our ideas

and our views of ourselves

But there is no glue in this house of cards

Just luck

And some hope

And just enough distance

Keep us tottering tottering tottering

Without seeing what we are.