the real tension

and he asked what of us,
what was our big tension,

and some said money,
a paper that burns,
a coin that can be smelt,
into valueless trash,
some said exams,
and sure it can be,
but who works to fail?
or where is he that studys to fail?
none rises nor raises,
a hand up,
other said marriage,
a choice we personally make,
and devote our life to,
mhhm marriage they said,
but who then makes the choice?
ain't it you?
who will you blame?
won't it be you?
and none answers,
But i say love holds all tension,
for the color has been tainted,
with dark pigments,
a stain we can't erase,
a compaction of many,
of doubt,
of trust,
of faith,
of pain,
of tears,
of the contemplation of suicide,
such deathly thoughts brought,
for that is the real tension..