Something To Think About

I'm a constant thing, that'll never stop thinking that I've thought forever Because when the dark comes that I'll not witness, I'll not think of it. How is it lost? Then I'll be blind in a world of color, when all the colors have lied And how am I to know it? I'm limited by my own greatness because I can't pull away from it. It can't be separated. And I can't unwind the forever branded into my mind, that without me, will die without me. I can't shake it off. We might as well call ourselves immortal After all.