i master my dimension
i bend it to my will
it goes, it comes, it comes around
and now it's standing still
lonely, i am called
to watch this certain way
so i watch and write and watch and write
until my dying day
these are my weapons
these are my tools
these are how we are
how we grew from fools
we cast off our bonds
we pluralize our wit
we sail to great beyonds
and savor every bit
when,
gliding past our memory
we reach a silver shore
and walk up ancient steps
to knock on pearly door
its vastness swallows me
and spits me out alive
if only i had known the pain
before i took the dive
but if i hadn't woken
had the golden bowl been broke
if i hadn't gathered all the bits
before the shiver spoke
if my ramblings were wrong
had the visions lied
if I never knew a thing
had I never really tried
if I never understood
what everything implied
if i hadn't had a glimpse
before my body died
would this whisper of a life
wither in futility
or would it echo
in the halls
of
infinity?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
i master my dimension
i bend it to my will
it goes, it comes, it comes around
and now it's standing still
lonely, i am called
to watch this certain way
so i watch and write and watch and write
until my dying day
these are my weapons
these are my tools
these are how we are
how we grew from fools
we cast off our bonds
we pluralize our wit
we sail to great beyonds
and savor every bit
when,
gliding past our memory
we reach a silver shore
and walk up ancient steps
to knock on pearly door
its vastness swallows me
and spits me out alive
if only i had known the pain
before i took the dive
but if i hadn't woken
had the golden bowl been broke
if i hadn't gathered all the bits
before the shiver spoke
if my ramblings were wrong
had the visions lied
if I never knew a thing
had I never really tried
if I never understood
what everything implied
if i hadn't had a glimpse
before my body died
would this whisper of a life
wither in futility
or would it echo
in the halls
of
infinity?
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