Final Word

I've only been dead a little while So I'm not so sure anymore Seems a bit lonely now But I can hear everyone's thoughts, Even yours Can you hear me? Because you don't seem to listen well Now I can see it all If I want to Couldn't see much before All history and what's coming too But will it mean much to you? In this realm There is no special meaning Nothing new, nothing more Wandering, wandering Through every book, every painting, Every poem, every song, Every play, every movie, Every place that's ever been, Now I'm in everything One thing I think of now and then I wonder if I'll wake up again Good and bad seem a comic blur Feelings are here but seldom stir I can tell you everything and nothing too I guess the final word is nothing too