Sky-Clad observer

The past retreats, but does the future come any closer?
The observer will one day wake to the paradox

The world God created is complete and in perfect equilibrium
Brought about by coincidence folded unto coincidence, a miracle the scale of the universe
“Limits” on the gate protected up until now, are ended

Open The Eyes -
“Zero” is the past, “One” is the future, “the present” is nowhere to be found
In logic you cannot defy
Open The Eyes -
Amidst countless tracks all aligned, selection is profane
Doubting even our “existence” in your eyes this time-scape
“Converges”

Even the concept of time told by two hands of a clock
Distorts depending on the observer

Our intelligence granted by God, surely has an end and absolute domain
Out of coincidence brought on by stupidity, an unwelcome miracle
“Limits” on the gate locked up until now, are ended

Open the Eyes -
Reaching out to the speed of light, the pulse of memories
Soars into an unfathomable logic
Open the Eyes -
A theory without rhyme or reason still kept secret by the universe
Each point and point we call infinity, utilizes impossible power and
“Replays”

“Zero” is the past, “One” is the future, “the present” is nowhere to be found
In logic you cannot defy
Open The Eyes -
Amidst countless tracks all aligned, selection is profane
Doubting even our “existence” in your eyes this time-scape
“Converges”