Occam’s Razor The Queenstons

We echo out from the center
Echo loud, echo forever
Reverberating off the structures
Built by us, built by others
We could call in the demolition crew
To try to implode these parts of you
Or understand these creations
And begin acclimation

Forever never seemed quite right
Until i disappeared into the sky
Eternity never seemed quite real
Until i turned to mist and wondered why