White

You think of white

Somewhere outside

Somehow connected to your brain

Or about to knock on your door

Eternity

Is a policy

Magnetism and mystery

Wishful thinking and fantasy

And I hope that you're not

Hoping for me

You think of sight

And reason collides

Somehow transmitting from space

Asking you to line up and take your place

Infinity

Is a reality

Life jackets and sympathy

Bullshit daydreams

I know you can't be knowing for me and I hope that you're not

Hoping for me