If I Were To Have Eternal Life

If I were to have eternal life, To be known as immortal- I would travel across the lands, For time is not of the essence. I would learn all of life's secrets, Hidden treasures, glorious gems Which would have been kept from me. Nothing left in darkness. No more mysteries to ponder, As I have eternal life to always wonder. And then life and her beauty Would become Boring. The multitude of unique sounds, now Folding into a singular monotonous Drone... its meaning obscured and lost. And then I would go from tedious boredom, To eternal loathing. Deprived of the gift- Never to experience life's final kiss. Living is now my deadly art- An art which all do poorly. But I... I do it exceptionally well. Living is now my craft, in which I in all my genius, refuse to lay down the pen. I am unwilling to write my last Chapter, song - the final act. And so death has been robbed from me, Eternal life is a prison - a cruel ceaseless infinity.