Eternity (Poem)

when eternity lingers in the thoughts of men,
we learn to assume our immortality.
but our actions are a constant contradiction,
always on the look out for self-gratification,
while time slips through restless fingers like sand.

with attention spans short-circuited to seconds,
we traverse our goldfish bowls in endless circles,
remembering nothing but glass walls and empty space,
even though change has taken everything but memories' place.

tomorrow is the future past yet to come,
as routine ceaseless, fakes our living death.
to exist and never discover the purpose for life,
is a far greater tragedy than to live and die for a purpose.