Engagement Ring

I believe the world’s nothing but a bunch of beautiful strangers

Spinning around an axels until they sense danger

Slowing to a stop yet finding lack of interest

In the tiny cracks and incomprehensible divots

That connect us all in this huge disgusting circle

Of chance and pain… wounds of unmerciful

Fights where two participants just exchange blows until

They both send themselves back into rotation

Saying that they’ve healed and found sense in recognition

That closure only comes with forgiveness

But it’s all a lie… we really are just weeping, still trying to forget this

This stand-up struggle to just stop twirling

To stop this seemingly unbeatable spiraling

No one asks to rotate on the edge of reason

Yet we find ourselves there every couple seasons

Just aching to rest still on a bed of indecision;

Anything to simply stop the escalation

Of fear of setbacks and tribulation

Of really understanding the displacement of this existence

And I believe that the world fears only one thing:

The presentation of just a ring…

The final destination where two intertwined beautiful strangers

Find a way to spin together even though they sense the danger