A thought on the edge of a singularity

The only thing that can escape the gravity of this world.

And a place deep in my soul, where thoughts come to life,

call them dreams. And creativity has no limits.

 

Sting, A thousand years.

 

A thousand years, a thousand more,

A thousand times, a million doors to eternity.

I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times,

An endless turning stairway climbs to a tower of souls,

If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,

The towers rise to numberless floors in space.

Could shed another million tears, a million breaths,

A million names but only one truth to face.

A million roads, a million fears,

A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty.

I could speak a million lies, a million songs,

A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time.

But if there was a single truth, a single light,

A single thought, a singular touch of grace,

Then following this single point, this single flame,

This single haunted memory of your face.

I still~ love~ you,

I still~ want~ you,

A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves,

Like galaxies in my head.

I may be numberless, I may be innocent,

I may know many things, I may be ignorant,

Or I could ride with kings, and conquer many lands,

Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands.

I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times,

Reborn as fortune's child, to judge another's crimes,

Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief,

I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief,

I still~ love~ you,

I still~ want~ you,

A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves,

Like galaxies in my head.

On and on the mysteries unwind themselves

Eternities still unsaid,

'til you, love me.

 

Just having some fun :)

 

 

Done