Space, an ever so intriguing phenomena that challenges all kind of logic
And if you are thinking of numbers then you are sorely wrong, this is something a lot more tragic, more harmful than plastic,
I am mad and I've had it
Why is it that whenever someone would be asking for space, the both of you drift apart
Like two boats during a storm, each hoping they wouldn't get thrashed by the wind or get eaten by sharks
Isn't the opposite supposed to happen
That the strife between resolved not by themselves but together, their relationship ever so sharpened
Not as blades that would kill no, but edges that protect
One that will face adversaries and loudly declare, "Not yet"
"Not today, you fool"
We're winning a bet against Death
But it doesn't go that way, and why is that?
It seems idealistic, yes but it's possible
Can someone please prove that?
Or am i once again alone, all of this not enough for my sins pardoned, genuinely atoned
I will be the one to prove that!
Or die trying; my dedication shall never be fleeting; demons facing me in this endevour will tuck their tails fleeing; and I will succeed against all odds, the majority will I be beating
For I genuinely believe
And that's enough