You and me
we’re at the heart of the matter
we’re at the nub…the rub…the only place that can and will make a difference
if you will not, then I cannot do this alone
if I will not, then you will not want to either
it’s us or it’s nothing at all
Up until now, we have agreed to let one another sleep.
We have sheltered in glass and agreed to not throw stones.
Up until now we have clinked and clicked pebbles in a coy and polite fashion to get one another’s attention, in an attempt, though shallow, to break in and to break out. Yet, we have never actually wanted to throw anything weighty enough or with sufficient force to do either…to break through or to break out.
We kiss each other through the glass of our sheltered hearts and complain that it leaves us untouched.
The course of our lives has been misdirected. We have inherited false maps and faulty compasses.
The possibility of this being the truth, we can hardly dare to imagine.
We cannot conceive that those we have loved, respected and admired were also misled.
Generation after generation, each well intended but completely misinformed, following the circular cycle to nowhere, convincing one another that progress must be being made because look at how long we’ve been walking.
The issues of equality, freedom and cooperation are still unresolved.
In theory, we think and persuade ourselves that we are heading towards them. Yet, our choices and our actions are consistently based upon putting ourselves ahead and above others, restricting and controlling whole populations in the name of security and constantly resorting to conflict (whether it’s called it economic competition or warfare) to justify our most self-centered impulses.
Each generation, as it ages, morphs from idealism to realism to cynicism, from trying to dying, from hope to dope, from wanting to do better to praying we didn’t make things worse.
It’s you and me together.
Or it’s nothing at all.