Limit

It is the limitless
We’re most scared of
No restrictions, no hold ons

We keep surrounding our selves
With a million useless things
And stuff our heads with endless thoughts
To gain tem porary illusions
Of re-ali-ty

But once you loose
Control of things
And nothing stays composed
As if there be no need
for forms
or live another breath..
limitless-ness impose it-self
again on every thing.

By choice you may compose
And hold all with your best intensions
The choice is yours though..
every time
And no one´s here to blame you!