Two paths taken...one is lost

A tribute to family



Slowly, I accept this role,
This role of negotiator, keeper of peace,
For I have slowly become the middle man,
Of this life that is not mine.

Their pretense is to argue,
To fight and not speak,
To actually do nothing about anything,
And I must push them just to get by.

What life is this that I must fill in voids,
Fill in the blanks for their future,
which seems bleak at best,
And certainly, at worst, not fruitful.

As Our life is pushed ahead,
Not by one but two, aggressively
Their life is stagnation at its purest
And this in turn brings me down too.

For how can two people be together
And be so nothing, except for "around"
How can these two have hope,
When all that sprints rapidly ahead
Is their continued nothingness...

And my drive to push ahead
With or without them.