Find

Do you want something to play with, forever?
There, you have it.
And because you have it
Nothing can ever be complete
Coz’ then it would be the end
And you want something to play with forever.

I wonder how many times
We open and close our eyes
As where we are is but a book
In a library that stretches beyond the sight
When a page is blank white
Anything is possible

Beyond every notion and reference
Gathered in this life
Just like that it flips to new
As to not even remember
What the other one was like
Rides without finish line