you think of white

somewhere outside

somehow connected to your brain

or about to knock on your door



eternity

is a policy



magnetism and mystery

wishful thinking and fantasy

and i hope that you're not

hoping for me



you think of sight

and reason collides

somehow transmitting from space

asking you to line up and take your place



infinity

is a reality



life jackets and sympathy

bullshit daydreams

i know you can't be knowing for me and i hope that you're not

hoping for me