Looking Into Space


I am looking at your face

I am imagining your grace

How you live life at pace

I understand your need for space


Life can be troublesome, a disgrace

Prolonged happiness can be hard to trace

You continually argue to my face

Over your need for space


I too am in a similar place

Too nice to argue my case

I am sick of the rat race

I really need my space


Let’s reconvene at our home base

When our loathing has been displaced

Our fears and loves encased

And we’ll see if we still need our space


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