Finite Amount of Space

Sometimes life crams in this finite amount of space
Rushed by the realizing time

I wished I loved as I should
The way you thought
I did

But here gets so confused
One doesn’t know where to look
The future is the missed exit

Passing by and doom 
Doom awaits next
Disguised as fate

All of life
Crammed in this finite space
Rushed to crystallize, the time

I wished I loved you as 
The way you thought I did
But none of it
None of it is mine