There is a comet <br />
Floating through this endless night<br />
Embraced with perfect symmetry<br />
Through the teardrop of infinity<br />
In a window call the universe with no map <br />
Or intention<br />
Towards some floating destination<br />
It will find<br />
It will be found<br />
<br />
No pride<br />
No guilt<br />
No hate<br />
No ending<br />
<br />
It sings it's song<br />
Sings with a crooked tongue<br />
Looking off into a crooked sky<br />
Wondering what a mortal hand or eye<br />
Could carve this comet on it's course<br />
Like a blind man riding on a croked horse<br />
Returning to the source with no thought<br />
Has ever happened<br />
In time<br />
Wont be imagined<br />
<br />
No pride<br />
No guilt<br />
No hate<br />
No ending<br />
<br />
No pride<br />
No guilt<br />
No hate<br />
No ending