God Invented Headaches...

So under the sea, or in a plane, in your sleep, perhaps a train, we’ll die a death, someday too soon, could be now, or the next full moon, but measure my words, and let me explain my gift, for 100 years from today we’ll all be missed, this will only be a fluke, in an endless cloth of perfection, subjected to life, purely relentless. Don’t follow my laws, don’t live in my mind, don’t follow the tracks which I’ve laid behind, perhaps by my side, it may be nice to see, another soul walking toward the same point in the east, I know you have wondered, I know this you have dreamed, for in this life all there is, is all that there is to be seen.