hours and hours, i am still here
hours are nothing. they're just slowly turning into years
year after year the sun shines on us
and i hope it continues cuz without it we're fucked

revolving
always moving yet still
like a god in the sky
but after a time, which lasts forever
it will be gone
maybe not today or anytime soon
but eventually we're all doomed

year after another i'm fooling myself
even years mean nothing unless we use them
to help each other, right now
to rid us of this karma we're dragging around

eternal
always rising yet still
above the god of the mind
and after a time, which may take forever
i will be free
but not without and not in spite
but just to soothe myself, now

fully aware
fully aware of everything
i can leave here
but i'm not there yet