Cycle

Are we all led

By this solvent called love?

Which dissolves everything else

And leaves only it's own solution?

Do we really have a choice in

What we do

Or

What we say

Or do we simply allow our feelings to 

Lead the way

Is there a plan set out for us

Or must we draw our own directions

Only to follow the wrong paths

Can you possibly control a thought?

A fleeting image

Something that should not have been said

I wonder sometimes

Can I change what happens to me

Because it would really help

If we could just leave all the pain

And simply move on

It's like we enjoy

Being near to a source of sadness

Maybe we do enjoy heartbreak

Otherwise we wouldn't stay close to 

Those who harm us

But then again,

Here come's the eternal excuse:
Love.

The perfect reason for every action.

The perfect meaning of each reaction.

And we, us, the people of this world

Love to have faith

But is this like dominos?
Do we 

Push
The first as soon as we do?

For as long as there is suffering,

There will always be hope.
And as long as there is hope,

There will always be suffering.