Who Really Knows

I've run out of truths to tell
and though my silence is not a lie
it is a misrepresentation of the love in my heart

Can there be a strategy for an impossible situation
a way to bypass the teeth that grind the patina from life
a means to possess the means to access hopefulness

How can the worse thing that ever happened to one
be the best thing that ever happened to the other
why is the right thing a waterfall of despair

Just a moment with you is soul awakening
until the mind is blistered by the shackles of commitment
until the psyche is whipped back into its hiding place

What part of life is not an impossible situation
what steps do we ever take sure of where we will land
who really knows who loves them