we dance in diffeent circles

we make eyes and stroll into the sunset

however you dip to your own side of your heart

as i do mine and we never fully connect as we once had

the mind and the matter are two different avenues

and nothing is consistant whatsoever

we are like two lanes headed to the same traffic light

but which one of us is gonna stay on red and which one of us

made it past?

so many asked questions that are left blanked

so many webs that are grown from the corners

and how much can we all be left to think and

be allowed on our own merits of expression?