The Illusion of Infinity
You and I,
the sea and the sky.
Extremes of depth
and high.
Can't ever join.
Like a pair
of tracks, made of iron,
running parallel, and blind.
Hoping to touch
at infinity.
What a dream!
If the lines got crossed,
The trains would de-track,
The system would collapse.
Can't let that happen.
You are crippled
by your status
and I
by my origin.
We'll be taken
by tomorrow.
All we have is now.
Let's take it
and use it.
It will be a shame
To just let it go.