We seem to love,
when it’s not returned back.
We try to see things clearer,
when perspective is what we lack.
We tend to hold things tightest,
when were forced to let them go.
We dream our dreams a certain way,
when we know it can’t be so.
We complain about what's wrong with the world,
and yet do nothing to make it right.
We complain about friends, family and relationships,
but often we find we started the fight.
We try to keep things close,
yet often we look from afar.
So when we look back we stop and think,
do we really want to remain as we are?
© S.E.S
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-are-2/
