What if the very last day
Was really the beginning?
Losers get all the trophies
Because there’s no such thing as winning
Being fair isn’t fair
We just get what we get
And I can change the whole world
Since nothing’s happened yet
The whole world is out of order
Nothing is what it seems
It’ll be your worst nightmare
To fulfill all of your dreams
The void is now full
With infinite potential
Never fully actualized
Just to keep it existential
Freed by our limits
We are living beyond borders
Stifling chaos
In a realm that defies orders
Undoing the Big Bang
Is as easy as folding paper
Everything returns to zero point
In the mind of the Creator
It’s the ultimate “do over”
For that which was not done
Temporal ties cannot terrorize
In unmanifest light of eternal Suns
All things are forever
In the mind that cannot die
But only in not being born
Can you possibly know why
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II
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