Late, a mind conflicted

To fathom thoughts inconceivable:

Inception's wake

A point in time, definitive

Yet possible to imagine now

Unlike it's yin

Life's end

Beyond this place

The heavens known

Would one find infinity or nothing?

Would I wade through the dark

As long as I'd walk?

But if the cosmos end then what is it beyond?

Oh, what's the chance?

Sole time between two blinks

We stand on a needle's end and dance

Eyes closed tight

Throw paints at canvas until it's right

The deadline's a week past forever

The stars must line before forever comes

Eyes closed tight

Let time throw paints

Without an intention, aim or mind

Masses of wasted canvas designs

Though most miss

Few make sights familiar

With a stretch of mind

But one portrait

A periscope gives awareness

That life is impropable

But with time what's not probable?

Should it come again?

I long to see the answers of eternity

To know if eyes view Earth once I'm released

As far as meets the mind there's nothing

Just myself

The lone conscious medium to view Earth

No soul else provides evidence

To know that I'm not alone

One Incident isolated now

Never again to breach the void

But be life improbable

With enough time what's not probable?

Here it comes again

Post Earth's end

Mankind and sun

Post reverence, humor and love

Post Debri's contract

Into itself's own end

Until its mass explodes again

(Solo: Rossa)

Oh, what's the chance?

Sole time between two blinks

We stand on a needle's end and dance

Eyes closed tight

Throw paints at canvas 'til it's right

The pieces must line before forever

Blinded sight

Let simians attempt to type

The deadline's a week past forever

The stars must line before forever comes

(Solo: Phelps)

Foreboding Seed

To long to know the answers of eternity

And hope that while accepting

What's not one's to keep

That even in the stillness

There's still slow stirring

I close my eyes

Spin like a dervish

Lose bearings intentionally

Throw paints at canvases

To fail for all to see

To watch if pieces fall in place eventually

Foreboding Seed

To long to know the answers of eternity

And hope that while accepting

What's not one's to keep

That even in the stillness

There's still slow stirring

I close my eyes

Spin like a dervish

Lose bearings intentionally

Throw paints at canvases

To fail for all to see

To watch it fall together on a distant eve