All my life i yearned to see the other side,
The side which hasn’t been showed to me,
I yearned to experience it,
Dreamt of living it,
Not always because it was being superior,
But because it offered me hope,
Hope that all is well on the other side,
Hope that there is life on the other side.
The Few times i have managed to squeeze experiences out of the other side,
I have been disappointed to the core.
Am I always blinded by my eagerness to escape?
Escape this side, that I never saw the obvious,
That Life is not a cube, but a sphere with only one side.