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