Mumbling #9

Maybe we're looking for too much? Maybe we're trying too hard or probing too deep? Or maybe we're deciding to sleep on it, like my mother. No more questions asked, no more answers provided. Maybe we're afraid that the only thing we'll eventually find is our reflection in the naked light. We're not going to ask any questions, not going to find any solutions. Maybe this time we'll realise that only here, can we be found. Maybe I am contradicting myself. Maybe you're losing track of what I'm saying. I am. Maybe. I cannot tell you for certain because that's not my trait. I cannot gift-wrap it for you and provide you with an answer to take back home. I can only mumble. I'm incompetent like that.