Out Of Time, Out Of Bounds

Limitation has it's own rewards and yet beyond such revelation becomes apparent. We live to die is what we are told it's all a presupposition in order to keep order. You are a rogue agent, there is no denying that¹.

As we live to progress time, space and events unfold before us all in order. There is an order to this Universe whether you 'believe'² in it or not.

There are bounds and limitation imposed upon life and living and though we may rile against such they remain, sometimes hidden sometimes quite obvious. In either case there are rules of the road to which we remain true³.

Sliding into perpetuity we encompass all that we create.⁴

Time doesn't exist and yet we tune ourselves to it, vibrating to it's frequency and locking in step. All sing the same song and yet the relish the fact of one's own words. It doesn't matter what is attached to it, it yet remains unchanged and unimpeded. It moves forward and carries all with it⁵.

In fulling dreams we create the reality in which we live.

Life is so vast and wonderful, who would ever want to leave?⁶