possession or illusion
weapon or a tool

time does it’s magic
bringing wisdom
healing to cuts

must we wait on it
or pretend it doesn’t exist

spring to brisk
conclusions
our hearts
put at risk

limitless
they told us
life

we continue the fight
asking if
we enjoyed it

accounting each moment
to a number
that probably
is too infinite
too fine

and that’s why
you were never
really mine