I lay here still while my mind runs away, my dearest sanity don't leave me atray.
I think about the fabrics of space in time, as well as the reasons I'm making this rhyme.
These people and their lives so entwined in the rush,
don't they ponder past the stars even the heavens above?
Or even realize we're all here for a reason, that every happening is right with each season.
I wonder do they know nothing is as it seems, we could merely be Gods' long lasting dreams.
For in the scheme of eternity time does not exist. Are you starting to see my brains basic gist?

     There's an endless abundance of theories of mine.
Like in everyones subconscience we're telepathically inclined.
Out of the observed and the observer, I'm the observer.
I figure out humanity, now let's go a step further.

      Hear my words with passion though I am not that old.
The great philosophers started somewhere, this you know.
Call them practical or wise or whatever you may,
but i'll tell your right now it curiousity.
I search long and hard for knowledge, to much of your dismay.
You must keep all within thy brain, or you shall be seen as insane.

Crazy, crazy, insane my friend