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