More Or Less the Same

In a trillionth of a second lots can happen, Yet a trillion years is more or less the same, Time has no meaning on an endless scale, For I am death, infinity is my name. Though you won’t notice others might, Til they follow you into my embrace, Nothingness is my creation and illusion, In here you disappear without a trace. Or so it seems on a human timescale, Puny, one lifetime then it’s at an end, Petty vulnerability to the hand your dealt, Well best get ready as your mind I bend. There is no death your always alive, Popping in and out of existence all the time, Think about it you live in infinity, A cosmological equation of self design. Heaven and hell is what you inherit, Life and death comes along the same, Luck and misfortune equal on balance, But only on my infinity timeframe. Born a king this time, or maybe deformed, Grew into a monster, paranoid about race, Lost everything on a game of poker, Jumped to your death, got shot in the face, What goes around comes back around, You won’t remember the previous life, That’s because your still living in it, Everywhere at once infinity gives no choice, You probably think I need my head examined, I’m delusional inside my own twisted mind, That’s ok to the eye of the beholder, But offer me something anything then malign. By David Kavanagh