Time To Think
Everything can happen,
when you have the time to think.
Worlds can end.
Ends can start to form.
Loves can live, and leave.
Everyone can die,
and dreams can be reborn.
All it takes is time, and silence,
to make and take apart,
to love and crash and calculate,
curse and hate,
and hope,
to feel your stone grey heart.
To create is to pretend.
To dream is to exist.
You can fly and master,
dive and sink,
with only time alone to think.
Any dream can manifest,
fantastic and sublime;
all you need is nobody,
and lots and lots of time.