To sit and think
About nothing at all
Is to invite idle
Thoughts from things
That have passed
The past
Its influence and life
Still alive even after
It’s been dead
But it never left
It exists because
You think
And idle
So when you’re idle
You think
Inviting those things
To come back again
In all shapes and forms
When you didn’t think
You had the strength to
Bring something to life
You can walk in graveyards
And summon the dead
Memories back again
Like they never died
In a state of flux
Always dead because
They will be dead and
Always alive because
They have been alive
Consume Reality! 