Infinite Monkey Theorem

Late, a mind conflicted
 To fathom thoughts inconceivable:
 Inception's wake
 A point in time, definitive
 Yet possible to imagine now
 Unlike it's yin
 Life's end
 Beyond this place
 The heavens known
 Would one find infinity or nothing?
 Would I wade through the dark
 As long as I'd walk?
 But if the cosmos end then what is it beyond?
 Oh, what's the chance?
 Sole time between two blinks
 We stand on a needle's end and dance
 Eyes closed tight
 Throw paints at canvas until it's right
 The deadline's a week past forever
 The stars must line before forever comes
 Eyes closed tight
 Let time throw paints
 Without an intention, aim or mind
 Masses of wasted canvas designs
 Though most miss
 Few make sights familiar
 With a stretch of mind
 But one portrait
 A periscope gives awareness
 That life is impropable
 But with time what's not probable?
 Should it come again?
 I long to see the answers of eternity
 To know if eyes view Earth once I'm released
 As far as meets the mind there's nothing
 Just myself
 The lone conscious medium to view Earth
 No soul else provides evidence
 To know that I'm not alone
 One Incident isolated now
 Never again to breach the void
 But be life improbable
 With enough time what's not probable?
 Here it comes again
 Post Earth's end
 Mankind and sun
 Post reverence, humor and love
 Post Debri's contract
 Into itself's own end
 Until its mass explodes again
 (Solo: Rossa)
 Oh, what's the chance?
 Sole time between two blinks
 We stand on a needle's end and dance
 Eyes closed tight
 Throw paints at canvas 'til it's right
 The pieces must line before forever
 Blinded sight
 Let simians attempt to type
 The deadline's a week past forever
 The stars must line before forever comes
 (Solo: Phelps)
 Foreboding Seed
 To long to know the answers of eternity
 And hope that while accepting
 What's not one's to keep
 That even in the stillness
 There's still slow stirring
 I close my eyes
 Spin like a dervish
 Lose bearings intentionally
 Throw paints at canvases
 To fail for all to see
 To watch if pieces fall in place eventually
 Foreboding Seed
 To long to know the answers of eternity
 And hope that while accepting
 What's not one's to keep
 That even in the stillness
 There's still slow stirring
 I close my eyes
 Spin like a dervish
 Lose bearings intentionally
 Throw paints at canvases
 To fail for all to see
 To watch it fall together on a distant eve