Misinformation

Is passed along as wisdom of the age

But its twisted words keep logic in a cage

Relations squandered

Two ways of life with paths that never reach

They keep searching for answers in a text too old to teach

They keep standing in line

Their actions benign

But anger starts to surface

The resentment in her eyes

It's clear, it won't disappear

He keeps holding on tight, pathetic the sight

Of longing desperation

But in the back of his mind

He knows the end is near

Finally

We face the day

But block the sun

It's bright light

It seems unbearable

You spread your wings

And sail away

Proving that your feelings for me

Are disposable

Communication

Like speaking in tongues

Incoherent noise

But the root of the problem is what she avoids

The end of an era

The end of the line

The end of perfect life

They're only audible wounds

Yet they still cut like a knife