defiance is wonderful.

tell me that life is opportunistic
one
more
time
i dare you,
tell me that mistakes are made once
one
more
time
i beg you,
tell me that fate controls us all
onemore
time

i will prove you wrong.

there's no place for logic anymore.

should it matter if it were, that one and one were two

the Earth would not be round, but long and flat and smooth

with the darkness all around it and the burn of every star

fused within the lilac mist, still seen burning from afar.



should it matter if it were, that one and one were two

Time would not take long, but end shortly, as we do

the sandy shores of sleep would stretch across the sky forever

the tired Sun would welcome them, a sweet cry lost in aether.



should it matter if it were, that one and one were two

the Moon would never wane, but wax and grow and move

and the ticking of my clock would measure night but never day

keeping rhythm and our beat to which we'll softly sway.