Question; are we better off than anyone we know?
Do we know anyone, even ourselves?
Question; why do you just stand there?
Can you ever understand this is just
what I never planned? I cry then you cry,
always feeling the same thing, but never at the same time.
So I beg you to bridge the gap,
take up your heavy bags and let's leave here.
It's an impossible task you ask me to fulfill,
but all the same I slide past. The obvious has overthrown me,
defeated and ignored me, so I ask you still,
will you wait for me? Will you close your eyes
to the truth and breathe lies?
We do much worse with our own poison,
and I never want to berate you. My hands ball in fists,
I throw my back against the wall, turning my face on you.
When I look on into your glassy eyes,
will I see the answer to my question?
C.H. 12-7-10
