I looked at love and for a second I was here.
I saw creation at work and for a second I was here.
Many times, I am nothing but a spectator.
Many times, I can’t find my savior.
How much I long to stay here in reverie.
I need to stay or it’ll be the death of me.
What is conscious thought? Soul?
What is my life after I die? Sold?
I believe in the future, yet I can’t rationalize the now.