Inifinity is such a sad number

It has nothing, yet everything

no matter how far you're willing to go

it's always out of reach

no matter how much you stretch

it's at the end of your fingertips

although, it may be out of your grasp

Infinity is always in front and behind you

forever and always

-Infinity-

I stand on the edge

and look over the dense fog

it obscures my vision

I need to move forward

but my body stiffens

what if I was wrong?

I step off to find

...

I sit in a bowl of cinders

the fiery ashes swirl

They tantalize yet burn me

fascinated, yet unable to hold

so I sit in my bowl of cinders alone

surrounded by a beautiful portrait of pain

In the portrait I see a face

I see you

I’m not really looking for this

You keep pushing me forward

It protects, yet hinders me

There are too many choices

I can’t tell what’s right

So what’s the point

If there is no correct answer?

I see the man looking through the window

He looks at me with red eyes

As I stare back with placid blue

He reaches but cannot touch

I observe the transparent barrier that separates us

It is thin yet sturdy passiveness

I look back at the man

and see the man is me

I wonder sometimes why people were put on the earth. We serve no purpose in the natural world. All we bring is death and destruction to ourselves and the world. our life is spent serving the higher ups. Just like puppets having their strings pulled mercilessly, neverending piles of debt and work, and unfulfilled dreams. Why must we all have such wishes to accomplish so much, while in actuallity we are ursurped by the rich and greedy for all of the things we want to be. Life is a rollercoaster ride on which we trully have little effect. People think that we are in control, that we are our own gods. There is no such thing as god as far as I can tell. Yet something other than us are constantly pushed and shoved by something greater than ourselves, so is there something bigger than us? If there is why does it let us tear ourselves apart when we could be working towards something greater, and if i a supreme being does exist, why doesn't he make himself prevelent. Anyways tell me what you think about life and what it means if you read this message.

Oh how your face makes me think of life,

where we can all just live with no more strife.

I want to be with you and feel my love,

my heart flutters about just like a dove.

Maybe you feel the way I do 'bout you,

Maybe you wish to tromp me with your shoe.

whether you feel you want to be with me,

you're face will always fill me up with glee.