Who are we?
Balanced precariously on a knife edge
Staring into the face of the other unrealised
Dream state waking into a reality of reminiscent bitterness
Is this the age of indecision?
Where we travel to escape commitments
We won’t commit to others there isn’t enough room for two
But we won’t commit truly to ourselves
So, what do we do?
Force fit garments that aren’t quite the right size
Still glancing for that nod of approval in case we aren’t doing it right
Is this the age of indecision?
Or the age of transcendence?
With the who’s and the how’s and the why’s of an alluring future
Balancing precariously on a knife edge.
