If everything is temporary
And we are everything
Then our spirits are both eternal
Linked together like silly string.
I used to sit and wait at windows
Nitpicking at my mind’s extremes
Thinking and wishing
Of better tomorrows
To hear my screams
If nothing lasts forever
And we are nothing
Then I’d give back every single year
To remain with you, here.
I’d press pause on that simple clause
The one which stole my heart —
“We’re infinite, in-fin-ite”
It still pierces like a dart.