I hope infinity doesn't exist
Because at this rate, I might just be
The lousy continuation of me.
Who needs another sentence
That might never end
When you can end it with a period
And bow gracefully?

But you see, I am a foolish person
Very foolish to stand again
When I can already navigate the mud
With my eyes closed and uncaring heart.
It is indeed a faint world
Faintier than the people with glassy eyes
But with muscles that can store memories and strength.