Sailing through the stellar winds.
Floating on the wings of the never.
My soul stretches out, firing all cylinders.
Pushing past the envelopes restraining.
There is no time here, but my time.
My will, shall not be denied.
Conviction is all that remains.
At the speed of light, everything is weighted the same.
Shove past the material, into the ether.
Moving backwards to get ahead.
Time is relative to the observer.
I see everything, all positions.
Time is nothing now.
There is only.. The passage.