Infinity

Let us run away,
You and I,
When the evening is captured
In the frame of the sky,
When windows are locked,
Colors subdued.
Let us run through those half-deserted streets
The whispering retreats
Of sleepless dreams in one-night dirty hotels
With garrulous souls bowing down to the night
In reverence.
Let us wander down the streets that wind
Like an unending argument
Of insidious intent,
And run through the constricted, lightless lanes.
Oh, let us jump
Over the hedges, creep beneath the fences, and discover the
Infinite nuances of the wide world waiting
Outside.
Let us get stranded in the middle of nowhere, ignoring
The steady tick of the metronome
That counts off,
The seconds of,
Life itself.
Letting the sword of Damocles,
That dangles over our heads,
Guide our very whims and our
Darkest
Fantasies.
As if time was an infinite thing, for a child to play with,
And never pausing,
Never waiting,
Looking into the endless abyss of the future,
And continuing,
This perpetual act of deferral.