Hawking

god forbid we're silent swear 
you won't tell a soul often i pretend i'm at peace with consequence more lies to make us confident in our judgment 
who will know who will notice us we lay awake in the paradox of our space where gravity bends light around 
the sun insomniacs in quest for true position we navigate with knowledge like god time cant be protected time is 
dangerous often i pretend i'm a clock and you're the hands more lies to make them 
understand we're getting 
closer i feel like a god