Infinity is so cruelly dismissed,
Assumed to be unfeeling and cold,
Disdainful of us and our dreams,
But the truth must be told.
It is not empty and black,
Nor is it unaware of the living,
In fact, compared to our kind,
Ceaseless time is quite forgiving.
No mistake is etched in stone,
Without being a history learned,
And no stardom is quite as bright,
As the dimmest stars that burned.
Our lives we’ve spent decades,
Building and toiling to make great,
Must be so entertaining,
To those who guide our fate.
If only they could whisper,
And say what they so badly desire,
That no deed great nor terrible,
Can bring our soul higher.
And while that sounds hopeless,
That all players must take a bow,
We have a gift denied to Forever,
We have the gift of Now.
#HI
About the Creator
Conor Matthews
Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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