Infinite is an endless quantity,
But it is widely known

What I feel, is a feeling too strong

No one can see it,
But all can hear it

No one believes what they can't touch,
But once something touches them,
They're suddenly believers

All we speak, all we write
Is recycled through time

But the feeling,
The feeling we share -
Will always be there

Dreaming of all the great times
Watching rain fall, fall, fall

Wanting it all, reaching out
Watching the clouds seemingly shapeshift

Moving forward in such a manner
Faster than train, higher than a plane

Until

Suddenly the lights come flashing
So quick, breathing is not an option

Was it all for nothing?
Was it for an undetermined legacy?

The lights come flashing
Flashing forever