Please Don't Make Me Choose

Torn between two waves,

Moving at a fast pace,

Which I'm unable to keep up.

Colliding togeather, time after time.

One never misses the chance,

To fiercely attack the other.

Who do I  ride with,

Thats my dilema.

My ideal morning, would be

To stand at the foot of this

Great big ocean, of uncertanties.

And see a clear  horizion

No crashing of waves, or

Side stepping, trying to out

Maneuver the other.

Just a peaceful approach.

Thats my perfect morning,

A moment where I don't feel

Stuck in the middle,

I want to feel a calm, instead

Of an almighty pent up rage

And divide.

Until that happens, if at all,

I have to carry on endurying this

Horrendous pressure,pain and seperation.

They may as well have  a gun pointed

At me, knowing that at any time

Without warning, one will ask me

To choose.
 

Why dont they meet half way

And talk amicably,if not for them

Surely they would want to for me,

After all their supposed to be

The adults, not me.