In which I express frustration in a prettier format

So we are here
again
without our wits
without our minds.
we are obscured by clouds
or silk
or fog
or something that dulls senses we haven't
even thought of yet.

we find ourselves
here
tearing into
each other because
we are just animals, frightened
of the OTHERS beyond our
view.

we find ourselves tied up
in an impossible series of
knots.
every finger is connected to a neck,
the more we pull, the
more we pressure
pressure
pressure
strangle each other
just to lash out at the OTHER

didn't we learn
better?
way back when?
in the days where
ugly ducklings grow up to be swans
and innocent damsels were rescued by daring princes.
in the days where we
weren't so jaded.

AND

if we didn't
grow up
then....

when will we?