I have an idea

The last thing you ever think

You think about the most

but why have every thought in-between the two?

every thought is a crutch

trying to explain everything

in a momentary blip

life is here and then gone

and the tongue tells stories

at the lip

breath

One day this whole thing will run on dreams alone

You'll think every revelation you have is so ingenious

While the fabric of our very existence laps you an innumerable amount of times

If you're reading this

It's too late

I've already made my way into your mind

And I'll never leave

You and I

For eternities sake

For all time's time

For our time

For all time

And whatever else we decide to do with ourselves