Looking for Company by Tony Broadwick - HTML preview

The Illusion of Infinity

You and I,

the sea and the sky.

Extremes of depth

and high.

Can't ever join.

Like a pair

of tracks, made of iron,

running parallel, and blind.

Hoping to touch

at infinity.

What a dream!

If the lines got crossed,

The trains would de-track,

The system would collapse.

Can't let that happen.

You are crippled

by your status

and I

by my origin.

We'll be taken

by tomorrow.

All we have is now.

Let's take it

and use it.

It will be a shame

To just let it go.