Impasse

Stories told by other souls that tell our own stories. 

The poem below is based on the lyrics of Brooke Fraser- Who are we fooling.

So we're here
Tip toeing round the edge of the end
Wondering who will be last to admit
That we're finally over.

We seem to be at an impasse
Both knowing what seems to be wrong;
We don't agree on where we should go
But together, we want to get there.

Have we tried to loosen the knots
To think perhaps once we're untangled we'll be better off
The hesitations and stalling can only but speak
We crave to leave the knots untied.

'Cause real love is hard love
It's all that's given
It's a break-neck, train wreck
Is it what's been given?

So we're here
At the  edge of the end
Still refusing to toe the line


Better or worse, but what else can we do?
And better or worse
Am I  tethered to you?  If it's not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?

This beautiful tangle that's bruising us blue
Is it a beautiful knot that we can't undo?
Together we're one but apart
Tell me who are we fooling?


Together we're one, but apart tell me
Who are we fooling?