Why Do We Flee?

Why do we flee?
For why do we run,
From things that must be?
Why must this take over?
Why must this confusion be?
Heart torn,
And people scorned.
Now who's the fool amongst us all?
Who must stand tall?
Am I the one to fall?
Unknowning where our hearts lie.
Why must we tell these lies?
For why do I still care for the one who cut,
Cut my heart in two...
For why do I still turn to him,
When all else fails?
For why do I turn to you?
What forces be,
That so have us become,
Something which we do not see?
Something yet to hath be done.
What is this 'love',
That we so offten speak of?
Is it blind?
Can it hear?
For what does it fear?