When the flags go up
I think of antennae and whiskers
Just makes me wonder
Do insects and animals hate them
Of course they are useful
They help protect and survive
But do you think there’s ever a moment
When they just want to turn it all off
Like today
I heard about a meeting that was taking place
It’s a meeting that probably should include me
But it doesn’t
And, mind you, I don’t want to go to the meeting
But, my spidey-sences tell me
That decisions in this area
Can’t be made without me
And will ultimately
Have to be run by me anyway
So do I say something
If I do, it will look like I’m insecure
Or worse…gasp…micromanaging
But if I don’t
I’ll be knowingly wasting everyone’s time
Plus, the one who is calling the meeting
Often races ahead though with a good heart
And is disappointed when we have to pump the breaks
So, I don’t know

It makes me think of antennae and whiskers
Every single time
Is there a way to just be left unsignaled
I’d love to be completely unaware
It’s exhausting