by the time the sound of my voice
resonates within your ear
you would have no other choice
than to process what you hear by
firing neurons sporadically in the
hippocampal region of you brain thus
forming your own conclusions to a
situation we can't explain 'cause
our mind could not withstand the strain
and our hearts would not defy the pain
our bodies would experience just to sustain
the weight of words so original
yet confined by the infinite bounds of unoriginality
and although it may sound fictional
it defines the upper limits found in our eternal mortality
which is the foundation of this reality
we made through the fortitude of our spirituality,
that also includes our mentality,
and from the two obtrudes our imagination
to the point where dreams stop in fascination
and then they begin to dream about the creation
of possibilities made by those
words we dare no declare
because the impossibilities makes the
weight of of those words so damn hard to bear
on our hearts, minds, souls, our entire being
but no matter what, know that this body isn't leaving
as long as you just...
believe me