An Equation Containing Three
I tried to imagine your face, but the splendor is to much thought for ponder. Im being pushed so far backwards that I might as well bend over. Im baffled inside of myself, and lost within a mentation of who I could have been. Studying the sense of elation between the two, only to think of what it could take to win. Defeated by myself because of the unknown. A third, the future, stepping out into the bold. The measurements of the three, so contingent, that they should not be. Reminding me of a continuous hourglass, that will never agree. Showing that time is the only conclusion and solution to the scars that can never be healed. All Though I may dismay I carry on knowing that you soon too should be revealed.