Grand Open Future
Too many stars from triumph to count
Counting seconds
Until time collapses
I need to realize
That what I counted was just a fluke
A fluke of the mind
A fluke of the soul
A fluke of time
That follows us to nowhere we can be
Following us to the empty of soullessness
But we still know
Where we are ALWAYS supposed to go
So we go that way....
And find what has been waiting for us to discover....