Friday, June 10, 2011

The Game We Play

We're all waiting for someone else to find us.
We're playing this game where everyone's always 
passing,
but nobody ever shoots for the goal.
We put so much effort, so much energy into it
but all we are doing is running in place.
It gets us nowhere,
so we wind up stuck
Stuck on the bench.
So many of us are there, stranded in the same place,
And yet still we don't find each other,
still we cannot connect.
Everyone's playing, and so no one is playing. We're benched.
And yet still we're alone.
How is it possible? Is it a rule that logic doesn't apply when emotion is in play?