We speak in colloquialisms and stereotypical euphemisms
Fighting off the violent feelings that constantly evolve
Living in pantomime without explaining movement
Having relationships with cardboard cutouts of the perfect ideal
While enduring circumstance and forcing acquiescence
The individual is indivisible and coalescing is not allowed
But if we were smart we'd act like water
Get together
Find some others
And move on to the bigger things
The better things.
But as it is we lie in stagnant pools going nowhere.
But when it comes to movement or staying still
I have a problem
I want both
And it forces me into starts and stops
Not going anywhere
Or long enough to have any roots
Maybe that's a topic of discussion
Or argument it its between you and me
Sometimes there seems to be no point to conversation
We both know the answers and created all the questions
Our stories are nothing new
Not new to me or new to you
And I don't care what you're going through
I probably went through it to
I'm tired of all the complaints
Don't you realize we're all the same
With small discrepancies in taste
All that separates love from hate
When we give extravagantly
We fear there will be none to keep
The price, the cost, far too steep
And I can't give that much of me
But my loneliness it hard to acknowledge
We are social beings with corporate feelings
And when I am separate and alone I can't possibly cope
But apparently pain gives excellent results
If it is overcome
Otherwise it is more likely to make us monsters.
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