You are the diligently allined space between then and now,
To which I am unlucky to know you exist.
Like time I tend to not know the true way, to see the path as the decedent rivers, placing me boundless advancements in location.
You, an endless train of thought, place me in the constant battle of here and now. As the city we raised blooms of mistrust and attention to self identity.
The time spent knowing only makes it really disappear. The cradle of life steps forward to let you feel insignificance, just as all who truly don't know what day it is. A sheet to start clean.