Force

If we were to talk to each other,
what would we say?
If we were to converse,
would we understand?
Every day we walk around one another.
Tip toe over the misread signals,
and the left over emotions.
If you were to answer my questions,
could you guarantee I’d care.
There are matters of opinion,
resembling splits in delicate hairs.
Like waves crashing our words explode,
with little significance but magnetic force.
Finally we connect with one another.
And like two immovable objects,
we project our force upon each other, fast.
However much we try, the nature,
versus the man. One cannot succeed.
If we were to talk to each other,
I can promise you this, only one of us will listen.
And the other will simply over power.
I tell you now, when man is involved,
there are no immovable objects.
Only breakable barriers between us,
and our final success.