Monday, November 17, 2014

Asymptotism

Time crawls through everyone’s mind
In crisp colors and swollen shadows
water bends along the uneven riverside
in turbulence and sometimes in silence
all I see, all I hear, is just all I think
who holds whom in a beautiful wink?
what do I breathe at my life’s brink?
who can whisper the truth before I sink?

more I hear more it gets nearer
more I see more it gets clearer
while I flow towards it to get closer
even my thoughts impel it further
I know now I can never be the other
yes, yes, even it  can’t be me either
any other thing can be nearer to everyone
everyone can never be any other thing