3 hours


3 hours...


We grew in it,
Breathe in it's spaces,
Measures the distance of our running track...


It is the...
...length of the string that holds us - both along and apart,

...height of understanding we constructed - that binds as well as divides,

...width of emotions - knitted like the sea and spun like spring water...

3 hours...

The miles we walk on,

Aimlessly on a destiny of uncertainty,

Where shall it lead us to?

The result?

Perhaps, it might eliminate the time,

Or sink in the dusty chest,

Maybe even add the hour,

3 hours...

Who are you?

Where will you lead us to?

What are your plans for us?

Why did you come between?

When are you revealing yourself?

How can I trust you?

3 hours...

Will mark us.

3 hours is all that it is and all that will be.

3 hours...