When will we get somewhere?

When noone is holding the key, who can free us from the cage?
When everytime a key is tossed to our direction our hands are held too tight for us to let go a second to catch it
This is not love
This is stupidity
But somehow we bask in the glory of this wrongdoing
Because to us it feels not an inch close to wrong
When we stand too close leaving no space for mistakes
And mistakes come attacking from another direction we forgot to protect
When our eyes learn to lie without our consent
And these lips drop words neither of us mean
When we're so out of touch with our hearts but choosing to believe in it anyway
Love is risky, feelings are risky
We're tethering on a sword and we could fall at any time- in or away, noone knows
So tell me, do you not see the ladder leaning against this surface area or are you deliberately overlooking it,
Just like I am?