Infinity

Imagine this:

A day is an era, 

as never ending 

and unfathomable 

as the stars. 

Creatures,

as small as dust 

and just as prominent, 

who live on a rock

controlled by paper 

sit in a small room 

every day 

and are instilled

with the promise 

of tomorrow

that doesn't

exist. 

They do not watch the sun rise. 

They do not crawl to the very corners of their rock

to explore each and every beautiful inch. 

They do not wish to fly anymore.

They do not grasp the universe. 

They do not float in Poseidon's embrace, 

chase Apollo's chariot across the sky,

revel in Aphrodite's beautiful creations. 

They stay inside their little cubicle, 

they study and cheat and stress 

to get through

and find their little infinity 

in their career where they will 

grovel and sweat and toil 

to get through

and find their little infinity 

in making sure their children 

will study and cheat and stress

so they can find their little infinity

in their career where they will 

grovel and sweat and toil. 

That is our little infinity. 

These are our little lives.