Endless fileds, lands

and hiding horizon,

Possiblities,

yet we-cramped.

We're so scared of infinity,

but still crave permanence. 

Multi-verse Universe, 

Unheard cryings of different worlds,

It's immortal, yet unseen.

All powerful, yet silent.

Apart-ments,

Small boxes made to cage

mind and self, 

for security and love, 

sadly they're both outside knocking, 

only if we could hear.

Walls painted to various colours,

helping us in being blind to outside, 

Apart-ments,

so close but so far,

tenements of oblivion, 

delusions of timelessness.