Through the passion, the anger
and the bold assertions
it may be hard to see
that I would rather not be talking about this

And the wider I spread my arms,
and the louder my voice becomes
the more I long for silence
and a solitude which asks no confirmation

Opinions are contagious
language, a game which you lose
by explaining that you don't want to play

And each concession I draw from you
each square of common ground we find
is one step further
from the hilltop I wish I was on
alone,
if you don't mind.