Eternity is me.
Eternity is you.
Eternity is Father Time.
(I’ll include Him too.)
I’m talking ‘bout Forever.
I’m talking ‘bout Always.
I’m talking ‘bout the futility
Of counting up birthdays.
It makes no fucking sense,
And only serves to limit.
When the limit is the sky.
And everything within it
Is yours to fucking grab onto.
Just weigh your fucking anchor.
Watch yourself float to sky
As you release your anger.
There’s no one to be angry at!
There’s no one here but you!
Just you wearing all different sorts of
Personas. This is true!