I crawl inside myself as though making sure that nothing is wrong.
What I perceive lays every nerve in my body numb. Stunned.
A mess of strings building an irrational sight to comprehend.

When time and space are the solution to reality,
is my reality insanity?
As time and space in my reality,
are solution and problem simultaneously.

I propose this question to my very self,
who I had crawled inside.
A foreign voice timidly responds,
beginning to gently cry.

"In time and space the rule exists" ,
  declares it face to face,
"for coincidence to conquer time,
and for destiny to conquer space."

I glance unto my mess in small scale,
and reflect upon myself.
If I had control over time and not space,
I wasn't destined to fail.