It requires time to cross the street;
a place where two factors converge;
signaling where time and distance meet;
infinity; where time and space merge.
We’re assuming, there’s a street to cross;
and a timepiece just ticking away;
time and space seem to be our boss;
yet our thoughts control each day.
Because we think; we know we are;
but are we all that we think;
defining space, by near and far;
is there a missing link?
Have you ever worn out your shoes;
while walking during a dream?
We just don’t have any clues;
this life isn’t all it may seem.
We don’t look out from our eyes;
our eyes allow light to come in;
and those who are truly wise;
see it’s where recognition begins.
Our mind tells us all that we see;
our eyes simply take information;
and from mind; decide what’s to be;
as the eyes then go on vacation.
We really don’t know from our senses;
for our minds create everything;
we don’t really see from eyes’ lenses;
Thought, itself, is the infinite King.