What can one prove.

I'll see what I can prove, if only to myself. 

​​​​​​Prove to me nothing is coincidence, that the rhyme and rhythm are real. 

Give of myself things no one can steal. 

Reverberation of an uncanny direction, every one's looking for that special connection. 

Most realize proof is in observation and not servitude. 

And departments are rude, the do this, do that , is exactly the pudding of a conundrum alright. 
No wonder there's an abundance of uptight.

What can I prove, not much, as it's all hush hush. 

When the flaws are mentioned, they cover there ass, hide it in plain sight, suggest with mandate, do it before its too late. 

Why  should anyone die a slow and painful death, they should not. 

Taking chances, making advances, which is more important. 
Choices are your own. 

So I can not prove to you that you should wait and see. 

If others jump off a cliff would thee.