We're like promises lost in a small pond near the London Bridge.
I am inaccurate as I am ignorant.
Excuse my existence, we can
talk about it later.
Have you had your cup of tea,
my darling? And are the boys
and girls all amused by
your sad stories?
We're like hours and hours of sleep
without the increments of dreams.
The bread crumbs somehow
made it this far. So let's
keep going till we're
lost for infinity.
We're like boxing gloves without the passion
for fighting. Going on and on
about how we'd change the world,
and arrange it's furniture
if we had just the perfect lighting.
I am mysterious as I am tangible.
A rare jewel that's been carved out of common material.
You were right when you said
it's going to get more difficult.
Well, time is here to stay,
as are the diseases, crimes, and other obstacles.

Ain't it pitiful?