If its all made up of atoms
And everything is a wave
Then words are vibrations
And touch, a sensation
If the universe is an explosion
And evolution is its theory
Then we are all babies
Of the same heredity
If its all about time
Measured in days and dates
Then lifetimes are data recorded
And birthdays are years added
If you and me are souls
Transcending through eras
Then this skin is mere packaging
And voices, silences of a different kind
If togetherness of these souls
Is meant to float endlessly
Then infinite is just a number
And forever, a peaceful slumber
And everything is a wave
Then words are vibrations
And touch, a sensation
If the universe is an explosion
And evolution is its theory
Then we are all babies
Of the same heredity
If its all about time
Measured in days and dates
Then lifetimes are data recorded
And birthdays are years added
If you and me are souls
Transcending through eras
Then this skin is mere packaging
And voices, silences of a different kind
If togetherness of these souls
Is meant to float endlessly
Then infinite is just a number
And forever, a peaceful slumber
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