Finite and infinity,
limit and limitless.
uncertainty and perceiver of truth.

We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.
Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?
Hard to say from underneath it all.
Unkind time entangled within petty details,
reeling evermore in our minds.
Hard to stay along this stony pass.
more brutal to deviate when the days don’t last.
Most falter, at last get yourself back up
Can’t you see?
It’s love and judgment you’re stuck between.
The distance is up to you,
the bridge was always there to cross
if we only knew,
a place where two lands come together,
this is us.
And yes this a great deal to ask,
but thought by thought you’ll get there.