Philosophical

The universe seems to be 
A puzzle I must assemble 
A million pieces, disodered and crumbled 
And two of them - you and me 
 
The universe is my task 
A magic cube in my hands 
It's strange, but to play the game to the end 
I have to destroy my past 
 
The universe is a sheet 
A perfectly empty space 
Imagine the future, imagine the place 
Somewhere we could ever meet 
 
Don't care about my time 
Believe, I would spend it all 
To put it together, to reach for your soul 
To picture the world of mine 
 
June 2013

The Universe