Unsure

Twisted words and unsure action,
Swaying palms and sunny skies
Storms are brewing, southern winds
Tears on cheeks, whispered goodbyes
Stepping lightly around the problem
Fear the giant, the man, the wrong
Eyes spring open with blundered shortness
In some tempered, perverted song
Should we stay? Should we go?
A summer’s dance in purgatory
Should we hide? Should we run?
Remain flat in this perplexing story
Apologies, but the ghosts remain
Preying on misty insecurity
Never certain and never sane
How much different is this really?