The Last Thought

# The Last Thought [Verse 1] Every thought leaves a footprint. Every fear lays down a stone. Every love becomes a doorway. Every hatred builds a home. I have spent my whole life building What my final breath reveals. Flesh makes consequence move slowly— But the thought is always real. [Pre-Chorus] Some arrive within a heartbeat. Some take decades to become. But every world begins in silence With a thought believed by someone. [Chorus] Life gives thought a distance. Death removes the miles. Then I fall into the world I’ve been building all the while. The last thought isn’t chosen With the final breath I take— It is every thought I’ve practiced Becoming what I made. [Verse 2] One wakes inside a garden. One wakes surrounded by fire. One finds long-forgotten loved ones. One meets naked fear and desire. Maybe heaven isn’t given. Maybe hell is not a gate. Maybe death removes the distance Between the thinker and the state. [Pre-Chorus] When the senses fall to silence And the body disappears, What remains may be the kingdom I constructed through the years. [Chorus] Life gives thought a distance. Death removes the miles. Then I fall into the world I’ve been building all the while. The last thought isn’t chosen With the final breath I take— It is every thought I’ve practiced Becoming what I made. [Verse 3] On a field between two armies, Arjuna trembled at the fight. Krishna said, “Remember me Through every duty, day and night.” Not only at the edge of dying. Not only when the end is near. Hold your mind upon the highest While you’re standing here. For the thing you hold through living May be what is holding you When every wall of flesh collapses And the thought becomes the view. [Bridge — Spoken over a heartbeat] You cannot cram for dying. You cannot wait Until the final breath To choose what fills your mind. Every ordinary morning Is rehearsal for that night. Every thought you keep returning to Is teaching you where to arrive. [Breakdown] What have I been feeding? What have I made strong? When the senses fall to silence, What will carry on? What have I been worshipping? What kingdom did I make? Whatever held my heart in life Will be waiting when I wake. [Final Chorus] Life gives thought a distance. Death removes the miles. Then I fall into the world I’ve been building all the while. The last thought isn’t chosen When the final shadows fall— It is every thought I’ve practiced. It is the sum of all. Every love and every terror. Every wound and every choice. The last thought is all my yesterdays Speaking with one voice. [Outro — Whispered] Whatever I have worshipped Will be waiting when I wake.