I turn away from the thing

I think you wouldn’t want to face
of course the thing stays
and grows even
I hadn’t wanted to be the wall
you had your back pinned to
and yet the world requires us to be here
up against our fears
so now

I change myself to a bed
you might unwillingly rest on

in the moment of facing
we're finding our footing
amidst the forces
we'd best submit to
and the conditions
we'd best rail against