In these eyes I see What cannot be unseen If I did not feel anything What would I dream If I knew nothing at all What would life mean? If I was lost in infinity How could I breathe? Sometimes I wonder What separates us from being lost in infinity? Is it that we can see the beauty and the horrors Or that we can dream Is it the fact that we don't have to think to breathe? The longer my mind contemplates The closer I come To consider the idea that Maybe we are lost too I can only hope that life is finite