Coming to Terms

If everything means nothing
Then from no-where everything comes
If matter is energy
And reality is an illusion
Forced from form to forge
Brings spirit to science
Than there can be no substitution

That from the central point of being
All choices dictate
A life chose can be changed
From a thought
Time would have to exist
For you to be late

Parallel to here
Sitting right beside of you
Lies possibility of infinity
Only out side the concept of divinity

So that when you feel
Emotions may lead to action
Doing nothing is still something
For it’s a choice where exists a satisfaction

Be it the bounds of the brain
An organ of mechanics
Or the mind of the mental
A consciousness of semantics
Energy not lost
For the transcendence of living
Dispersed to else-where
Beyond physical being

So that,
Nothingness is everything
When everything is removed
Because when this is reality
Behind our eyes we see
That dreams our are salvation
For thoughts set us free

It’s not the end that is the goal
Traversing the wheel I think
Allows us to glimpse the heart
Of the humans undying soul
In between the spaces we blink