I came into consciousness, unable to fathom. I shall take my leave in the same manner. I think of the fabric of time, and ask where i fit in, where my thoughts lie, where my soul breathes. One in a million my question lie and they die. They may not exist or, it may be the only thing we know.
It may be the only thing we are.
To think what could have been
What would have been
What's really stopping us