The Breakup

The distance created by time and space are not the reasons we don't relate.

 

Are we yelling because we can't hear, or because we make each other's heartache?

 

How much will we tolerate before we retaliate?

 

Have we reached our peak of elevation, can you keep up when I change the way I vibrate?

 

Will I aknowlegde the way you adapt, will I bother to translate?

 

What have we created that we feel the need to escape?

 

Encased in our own interpretation of hate.

 

To argue from debate, from annoyance to rage.

 

Misunderstandings have filled our days with confusion that ages so finely that it feeds the illusion.

 

Who am I and who are you before and after this conclusion?