I equate my life to tiny intervals,
Too complicated in design to comprehend.
I become impatient clicking-
Ticking
Hands away and
I cannot rush the day.
I settle myself on tough equations
And with resignation
I exclaim,
"I cannot know all worlds."

Cos every portion of you
Seems to exist elsewhere,
Or otherwise too far in the back of my mind.
Like counterfeit dreams created
For conversation,
I categorize and paint you,-
A trick my mind plays to deceive me.

I could spend days searching skies
For all the answers in attempts to ease my mind,
While asking voiceless shadows and
Tingling feelings to give me the right words.

I'd blame fate and reject guilt?

No, when you're upset all islands sink,
And I shouldn't clasp hands around

Fairytales and myths of sorts
For guidance
Nor
shall I shift mind and deliberate the problem of time.
Because all thunderclaps roll back to Thor's great fists.

But as before and always still,
Altar calls remain for cowards, I'll never bury emotion there.
If love require kneeling,
You'll find me at your bed