They want the truth.
But when it is spoken the seem to hide unnoticed.
They want peace.
Yet they continue turn up the heat.
They want innovation.
The perspective of what is real is so unseen.
Yet I consistently think of what could be.
I end every sentence with a period in hopes you see it.
Yet I still wish.
I feel nothing.
All I see.
What’s never there between you and me.
Just like the two seas.
We meet but never entwine.