Questions On Infinity
117
If I could
Get this nonsense
Out of my brain
Recurring thoughts
Such simple stupid
Tricks of mine
I think I could
Solve it all
Lay these bastards
To rest
Stop the confusion
Stop the mess
And come on over
To the shiny happy side
And you might lose
Your hate
And your
Stupid ghetto gait
If we could break
The infinite
Of recurrences
At any point
It would all fall
Apart and
I pray
You could put the math
To the cosmos
And infinity
And see as you please
Readjust your brains
Why are we all looking
To fix the out
Fix the in
Well at least
It’s a place to begin
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2018
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