At times, life, feels like a borderland.
Somewhere in between half real, and half insane.
Out of touch.
Facing entirety, nothingness in your pack.
On the other way around,
on whether you think of positive, or negative.
We try to find sense,
Stick to the boundaries; invent them.
Put every thing to boxes, in order to sort it out.
Then, they are not
in the borderland.
In order to find our way,
And never move on.
oh boy, i have all the time in the world to make you mine