The making that we have is suddenly there,
Thus if we reach infinity it may no longer see
Than ever after that we know what we already know beforehand
Make it like unto as a person has never found it before,
As we feel we are merely heroes in one solid game of chance nor seeking
Then we get there it is that we can ultimately be at ill with ourselves then observe caution afterwards; what is then to fear?
What can be brought to fulfillment is something headfirst--which we cannot see nor feel as some sort of bright wisdom.
It ever made me more felt other than to be bringing back the feelings that say why or what.
Fill me on other than what kind of preparation has a nameever gave to blissful preparation; that which we may be able to see nor feel other than experience it to the brim.
Who am I to suppose the sad ending that we fall unto whenwe simply forget?
Who am I to suppose the sad future ahead--then ask nor tell me where it might head for alas, a name speaks words without anything to retrieve the purpose for what it was after the breaking up, or getting back to; without proof.
