Pupils and black holes

theres a hole in mind
that holds time of you
its in the middle of the galaxy
constricting ideas of all systems
dreams stream out from the iris
fades inside to dialate the center
to fall into my mind
event horizon pulls to the end
for there is nothing i can do
no means of stopping what i can't control
no amount of beauty the center holds
i always end up turning to you
center dialation
sensation to fight my imaginatation
if i could climb your strands
to pull me out of trouble
or at least see the whole

everytime i try to turn away
after every mistake

i always end up turning to you