Falter, we all glitch
at some tragic momentary lack of understanding
of what we already have
and what our actions trade to destroy.
We’ve always seen laughters followed by cries
and pain followed by love
and hate and parting.
We don’t know of an existence
that felt peaceful trying to redeem all that’s grasped
and all that could never be taken.
And that’s the reason we falter
at promises that alter those instances,
at assurances that never fell through
for anyone else,
we don’t know how to keep those ends true
when we haven’t ever believed anyone
to ever accomplish it.
But an excuse it all is,
for we have never tried to pace ourselves
into a reality that could be different,
a bit understanding
and emotional and true.
We’ve never lived to keep promises
for we don’t know of a way
of how not to self destruct ourselves.