Infinity

Its always there, but never now
Incessantly running, turning the cow
From a curious calf, just running around
To a big old buck, who stands firmly his ground


Forever going, going on
Singing the lonely, saddening song
Eternity awaits, so deep and shocking
As time goes on, pumping pumping
like a simple heartbeat, pumping on
with time as its blood, just singing its song

Becoming the pump of an old universe
Keeping it going, although it is cursed
To implode on itself, to fall apart
Its godly wisdom, to never restart

Harmonious movement marking its time
as everything it touches withers and dies
Repeating an old and endless climb
Withering men and dissolving ties
This is the measure of ability
The ability to survive Infinity