Possession

The tale of romance Tells how we remain entranced Stubbornly, steadfast Seeking some resolve We remain and are losing Sight of our own souls History compels us To remain in muted tones Fragile pages tear White gloves are needed To handle the parchment Pages of our lives We cannot see where To imagine a new place So, we keep breathing The facts and figures Confound our realities We should be grateful We have each other Our ways are so familiar We know how to be