The world relies on

Would could or should

Thinly veiled words of

Wishes thoughts of maybes

And options and convenience

Ideas conjured from not

Quite good enoughs hitching

People to the back

Of horse’s rather than

Letting them ride too

There’s an unspoken hierarchy

A better than thou

A you’re lucky to

Get even this much

If you’re giving me

So little with a

Promise for more keep

What you have you

Need it for yourself

I’m fine over here