I’m counting to infinity
what a waste of time
I’m trying to transcend me
grounded by my own lies.
It would be so easy
to give up the fight
if I didn’t believe I can see
between the wrong and the right.
It’s so easy for me to see everything
when I close my eyes
in the darkness of conscience
I cannot hide.
I lose sight of a promise
with my eyes open wide.
I’m devoured by my own appetite
wanting to devour everything in sight.
And it’s amazing for me to believe in karma
but spin through life like it can’t catch me.
Still, I’m counting to infinity
I’m about halfway there.
I’m straining to see what’s waiting for me
beyond the glare.
Perhaps that’s my problem right there,
always counting on the future
when I need to better right here right now
nightmares stare through this light
to rest on this page to beg
me to see it’s time to post this poem
and call it a night
and put myself at the mercy
of my memories and dreams.