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the play |
| Written by Sara | |
| Friday, 30 May 2008 | |
Just now I realized something about us. We were doomed from the start. Right from the beginning we were going precisely nowhere. I know it sounds cliché But that's just how it is. How it was. How I'll remember it. Look, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking we can still make this work. Make something come of it. Wrong. I'm sorry you're wrong. Really I wish you were right. I wish you were right about what you said. I wish you were right about us. I wish you were right for me. But no. You're not. I'm not. We're both wrong. And two wrongs, Just can't make a right. No matter how much effort they put in to it. We'll always be wrong. So let's walk away now. Let's leave this as it is, And leave it in the past. Leave it as it was And forget what we both know it can't be.
Just now, I realized this. Just now, I've accepted it. Just now, I haven't said it. I lack the courage to walk away from the familiar. No matter how wrong it may be. No matter how much damage it does us both. I lack the strength. And you, You lack the knowledge. You have the strength, But you don't know. I have the knowledge, But not the strength. Two wrongs stand here, Holding hands. A farce played for the world And yet ourselves the audience. We watch as our lives play out for us. Neither daring to drop the mask, Shed the costume, Speak the lines unscripted.
So play the play. And when the curtain finally falls, And we are left to weep, And pick up broken pieces, We've no right to ask for a shoulder to cry on, It is the fault of ourselves, So who could pity us? Our foolish souls who refused to act a reality. Copyright 2008 Sara |
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