Limited

They pass by our momentary thoughts, Disguised and erratic beyond view. Yet their questions are a constant reminder, As to how far, we can go or do. Often turmoil is the residue it leaves, While gazing to the sky with no end. Giving us to wonder of boundaries hidden, Or vacant voids, invisible to blend. Any solution often meets with contradiction, When limits are affirmed, then moved away. Leading some to question their existence, While causing others, to just accept and delay.