The Motions

Marching down the aisle,
I see you coming
From far away, somehow.
Are you the same?

You tender such a plus
To say you are fine.
You don’t refer to us
When you complain.

How is it that we
Always come to this,
Spinning in circles,
Never ending?

It seems like
The same old thing
Happening again.
What is true?

Is this real,
Or an illusion?
Are we in love,
Or just going through

The motions?