Infinity

Mortal men we are

Dust in the wind compare to the sun

Insignificant to the universe infinite expanse

Yet molded and gifted

To exist and breath life as it is

Endowed with wit to build and break

Created like his master to exist infinite

Where time is alien and does not exist

Had he not eat the fruit of hate

Death and sickness is powerless like a broken net

But tonight must suffer his foolishness

Before day break end his misery or his miserable life.