About everything that could ever have been.
All the different permutations
And combinations.
Did you ever think it would be this one way?
One without one.
One too far from the sun.
Did you ever think you could escape?
Of all the possibilities,
And realities,
You live this one.
One without one.
Too far away from the sun.
Dark and unforgiving,
Painful reliving.
What do you know about the infinite?
Do you ever think of everything you know?
Of all the books you ever read?
And the movies you watched?
Or art that made you feel?
Do you think about who you are?
And who you were when you watched those movies?
Or read those books or admired those creations?
Movies and books mean different things to you,
Art makes you feel something new each time you witness it,
Each word written, each stroke of the brush,
Means something you haven’t felt before.
It is the infinite.
One without one.
Another day around the sun.
And so goes another year,
And a decade or a lifetime,
Relive them all, reread those books,
Rewatch those movie and revisit those places.
Because you are not you,
You are something new.
Don’t miss out the first time,
And don’t forget to relive it either.
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