The Real Life Situations

Somewhere skewed existences,

One too late, one too early

one took pace, one unsteadied

yet with the many trite constraints

and some not as simple as others,

both entwined without effort – perfect.

Forced up out of the dream,

Realization forming all around me

Engulfing, suffocating reality

Unrelenting present, staring me in my face

When still all I see is appendage, then core, then soul

not my terms, that more a secular label,

but me? all on one accord, then lightly and growing cords, chords

And the music begins and toes start tapping,

Their heads bob, and they all step right in tune,

Pulling me right in, 3 entities with agendas

All pulling me apart,

to be released and consumed

All this perceived pain must surely mame,

but not a single discomfort

so for this I must be thankful

That open doors are less than total

Flowing right in where needed, not necessarily always wanted

But definitely needed...or I could possibly underestimate?

No..well...maybe...very fearful now, for I could foresee a marriage

In the theoretical sense, of hearts and minds.

If welcome is 180 degrees, but only then

Because I’m still no fool.