The intersection.

When it no longer makes sense.
When it no longer makes sense.
When it no longer makes sense.

What. Who. Where. How.

Up from down.
Left from right.
Clockwise from counterclockwise.
The fact is, the world keeps on spinning.
The sun rises and sets.
The moon rises and sets.
Time keeps on passing.
Time, what say you?
Are you real?
What is time anyway?

When it no longer makes sense.
When it no longer makes sense.
When it no longer makes sense.

I breathe.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale a little longer
Exhale a little longer

The intersection of the inhale and the exhale.
Is there a pause?
Are they connected?
Are they the same?
I’m sure science has an answer.

Regardless, the intersection...
That… there…
Is where the magic exists.
That is where I go.
The intersection.
When it no longer makes sense.

Thank You Universe,
More Please.