Aug 19th, 2010
Is that at first in life
The world is the universe
And the function you see
Goes to infinity.
Youth finds solace in the endless
Future before them.
But the more you see
And the more you learn,
The more you find truth
Is precisely measured.
Not going much farther,
Given its extent,
The world becomes smaller
Leaving only lament.
As we watch the ground
Bellow our feet
Exponentially shrink
We make ourselves the universe
And wouldn't you think
We become thinner and perverse,
Black holes to all with gravity
Expanding on self-depravity
To a minuscule sink.
Age finds solace in its begotten,
False hope that an impossibility,
A law of existence,
Might be bent or broken
To allow passage for the chosen
To the fable of a baby's first view,
And a rearing's first promise,
The greatest lie of life:
You can do whatever you want to do.
To accept this as false,
And in your game lose,
Would be to stave depression
From great expectation
Of what society holds true,
Born from excess
And many a broken dream
From a generation's broken world
And booming economy.
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