Double-Speak

Hypocritical statements of how this is and how that was -- your heart versus mine. The infinite question of love we think the ability to answer we own...when such an emotion is beyond such tiny minds. Didn't you know? We speak as if we understand and think as though we will come to know -- these are the complexities of life we tend to tangle further like strands of hair caught in the wind. If only we were capable of being satisfied. Didn't you know? If only we were capable of remaining simple. Suddenly such profound questions would return to meaningless speeches over a table of steam as one mind tries to grasp the upper hand. For that is all we are -- fumbling, tumbling, receding -- every step forward is creating a wider circle. If love was meant to be understood, would it have no meaning at all? Love in itself creates no madness but the topic of madness in which men dwell upon. Didn't you know?