Maybe time is everything.
Maybe your time is limited
And my time is limitless, infinite
Until I ran out of it, of course.
Maybe I made myself so tiny in order to fit you
Into the little box I’d created for us.
Maybe we’re not meant for boxes,
Because putting me inside of a box is like
Putting an ocean into a jar
And putting you inside of a box is like
Lighting a forest on fire.
Too much of me and I will wash you out,
Too much of you and the world
Will burn.
Maybe there isn’t enough space inside of these walls
For the both of us.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
Maybe time is everything.
Maybe your time is limited
And my time is limitless, infinite
Until I ran out of it, of course.
Maybe I made myself so tiny in order to fit you
Into the little box I’d created for us.
Maybe we’re not meant for boxes,
Because putting me inside of a box is like
Putting an ocean into a jar
And putting you inside of a box is like
Lighting a forest on fire.
Too much of me and I will wash you out,
Too much of you and the world
Will burn.
Maybe there isn’t enough space inside of these walls
For the both of us.