Singularity

Seconds tick as years go by,

both the same to me.

Time and space be mere illusions...

nothing’s as it seems.

  

Like the wind, we’re drifting on

through endless spiral dreams.

Every sense be our delusion...

nothing’s as it seems.

  

As a lad I’d sit and wonder

how it came to be.

Found they keep truth asunder...

nothing’s as it seems.