The Messenger, Infinite - Rosaline

This day has a reason, remember it with all your might

Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite

Numbers and digits carved into the foreheads of

Everyone that we know, I am blind to this design

This day has a reason, remember it with all your might

Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite

My eyes are hundreds of millions of miles long

Weaving intricately and urgently

Light is bent to break, for optic’s sake, our fragile memory banks

Until its beauty recreates

I am blind to the design

Light is bent to break, for my optic’s sake, until its beauty recreates