All history is yours and mine,
All future's in and out of time.
This present, this fantasy,
Is nothing but ours.
Make's it easy to laugh,
Minutes, seconds & hours.
Why we struggle to own,
Fight and feel alone.
When everything, absolutely everything
is always ours.
How much more suffering.
Till we all realize
We are so close,
To home.
Eliberocelta Oct 2013