The Space Between Two Worlds
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
Some things you’ll never see.
All the things you wanted to do today are already forgotten because tomorrow is here.
New things to want, and new things to do.
But today is already forgotten and tomorrow is already here.
A fleeting thought amidst the chaotic spree.
You are the only one to bare witness.
The only one who can really see.
But you don’t remember why it’s there, and you don’t know what to do.
The concept is kept alive but no one can hear it plea.
A dream isn’t as unforgiving, but neither is as memorable either.
What I know and what she can see is as unknown to anyone other than me. We never seem to find the time and when we do it’s for another ambition.
We only borrow the momentum for our limited transmissions.
Select your vice and enjoy the rain.
Ease the familiarity of nostalgia; an old friend that longs to remind you.
A flip in the air, lost between the travels and twirls.
Never ending the journey in the space between two worlds.