Is there ever a limit?
What is Inner Space?
Is it how I keep my stuff in order,
until I fill it up?
Until it is full, like a jug of water
For a bus en route is always cramped
but when it is not in commission,
it is filled with emptiness
and trash is exposed
Or when you have no more room
in your house for more things-
you don’t have to move away, leaving your friends,
you can compress what you have and find space
that is there
It’s not my choice, if you leave or not,
only you know when it’s time to go-
but remember, there is never, no space