Lost

To where I see space. The empty space of my universe. Infinite as it seems yet endless to my curiosity and vain. When you crave for pieces totally lost somewhere. Pretending we maneuver it. We at the very least know of our own will. We control everything as it projects through white walls. Through shadows, we see how it fades. It is visible instead yet we pretend like it's not there. Like we see it vividly. 

We stumble back the pain of our past. Though we knew how much we need it we resist still. There is freedom but there is just this feeling on your gut that stops you. It's the truth. Your own truth of your very existence. You look at it in disbelief that everything is in your hand. In your own liberation a long time ago. 

All we know is this 360 space that surrounds us. Our capsule, our very own planet. We may think everything we may need is there. Even beyond what we really need or want. They may never fathom how things run in here but we always made it through. We thought we do. We thought so true.