Infinite Poem by Devin Iven

As each day passes, and the sun comes up a new.
I look into the sky, and wonder what is true.
Breathing deep the new days air, it tastes just like the old.
Everyone is stuck here, doing what there told.

This planet of misfortune, condemned to sit and spin.
Never leaving it’s orbit, it’s forced to look within.
Imagination becomes escape, cause there’s nowhere else to go.
The highest heights are countered, by the depths of the lowest low.

Yet here I stand each day, staring up into the sky.
Knowing everything is pointless makes me seek a way to die.
Perhaps this heaven, and this hell, that we’ve created.
Are nothing more than stories, to help us feel elated.

But from those heights, the ramp down seems much faster.
Like falling from a cliff face. Hurled off by our master.
People come and people go. But never stay so long.
That I see behind that vale of theirs. The hearts own beating song.

Yet I can not, will not, blame those who hide from strangers.
People are monsters wearing masks, and numerous the dangers.
As infinite time runs round, indifferent, and unending.
We all will be forgotten, so many souls pretending.

So ask me again why. I don’t care that your mad.
Because no matter how it’s justified, this life is just a fad.