Heat Death

I had a dream that Wynn Bruce was alive Maybe there was nothing to set him on fire He seemed so normal or normal for a dream We had a stale conversation over coffee I have often wonder if the brush despairs As fire draws near and the smoke fills the air It would seem pointless and yet here we are Screaming at the windshield of a self driving car Maybe Matchbox Twenty we got pretty far But we still ended up two and a half points above par I had a dream that we never left the trees No one had to glimpse this well oiled machine Even yet still we had some people ask Hey what if we never left the sea I have often wondered if God laughs and laughs Grins grim with vengeance for invoking their wrath Maybe we deserve it I mean hey look at us Hatred as common as gum on the bus Society of hitmen devoid of trust Maybe that's all we ever was I had a dream that the strong nuclear force Never overpowered the electromagnetic force Heavier elements never came to be Hydrogen and hydrogen as far as we can't see I have often wondered what is really real When all the things that matter are nothing we feel Birds will be chirping long past our day Nothing left intelligent or interesting to say Heat death will come in the blink of an eye Maybe we are lucky for our chance to die