I have a sneaking suspicion of a
Instead of a happy hyperbole, a superlative superbole takes over
Not love in the third degree, but to the nth degree
Is equilibrium the same as nirvana?
Or am I just a hungry piranha?
At least parallel lines are running next to each other
Whether it be a sundial or digital
Time is still provisional
This anomaly grows as an infantry
Invading all time and space
Without even knowing about-face
Even with the deviation, it’ll move the entire nation
To acceptance of what is and ever will be
World without end (an infinite, tireless, and boundless love)