Source — (Pixabay)

Impasse

When movement stops

We clap when we’re happy
We sulk when we’re not
Our actions are predicated
On our emotions a lot

How can we extricate
Emotion from action?
How can we calculate
The force of a fraction?

The result is a number
Instead of what we truly feel
And never truly reveals
What is real

We filter our actions
We filter what we say
Nothing is truly
The right way

But in our heart
Communication is real
It is true feeling
That we reveal

But we set the heart aside
And speak from our mind
We create a battlefield
Without solutions to find

There may be winners and losers
But the truth is lost
Within the competition
There is a horrible cost