I believe the problem with humanity,
is they can't understand infinity.
If you take our life span and put it on a scale,
aside infinity the largest white whale.
Then you will begin to see
there might not be a you and me.
Infinity goes small just as it does large,
and in all other directions as an infinite charge.
Take this example and you might see,
just a small idea of infinity.
Drop a grain of sugar in the ocean
on the minute scale it makes a commotion,
but on the macro scale the size of the sea,
isn't even a drop compared to infinity.
So you ask where is this poem going to,
I believe that answer is up to you.
Infinite realities or dimensions,
unlimited time without suspensions.
Living to die or dying to live,
is it time to take or time to give.
All I can say about what I've written above,
is there aren't any hands that fit infinities glove.
