too much but not enough

instances control us
walls are torn down in seconds
for the sake of the coming tide
and the rushing wind

i pull down fences
i kick them down for you
momentum love is all i have
to give.

i dont know if you were able
to understand
my words of words
under the sky,
my gifts seem strange
to you, oh who are young

i mean the meaningless words i say
i meant the words
the 'we three kings'
that traverse afar.. and perhaps
they go too far
perhaps we went too far
those three words
i know that too far
are said too much
is beautiful and ugly
and not enough
all in the same together-colored
instant.

i burn i pine i perish

i'm not fireproof.

i wasn't made for instances.



those three words
are said too much
and not enough