Breaking Our Own Hearts

We're looking at each other,
looking away.
not really seeing
the way things are.
we've got all kinds of buffers
keeping us from the truth;
Our eyes are only eyes, they cannot see
what lies beneath
the smiles, the fears,
the sighs, the tears;
heart at the root,
and the cause of all the trouble.
What is it that we want?

why do we pretend

to hide
from that which
can't be hidden from?

Oh, how fast asleep we are,
and wishing on a bright star,
So why do we have to break
our own hearts?
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