Perspective From A Lounged Position

In not so long, I will be gone.
Why then is my survival instinct so strong?
Perspectively, if the earth is infinity
My time is surely the blink of the eye.
Yet upon reflection, I use protection
to keep my vulgarities from the pack
for the lone wolf rarely survives the season
or so the story goes,
But who knows, I mean who knows for sure?
F.E.A.R. is the mechanism by which
I justify my bubble
avoid any ‘trouble’
and live and die in sequence passed down
from generation to generation -
learned as well as genetic
not to mention the frenetic pace we all race
when we finally realize our own demise.
But the ignorant are king
for they laugh and play and sing
Mostly unaware of anything-
or maybe they are aware
but choose not to care
which if you ask me is true bliss and right.
For F.E.A.R. is fright
and through brevity seems infinite
it is finite to the sum of zero
or as near zero as mathematically plausible.
I am here yes, but I’m actually already gone;
not that this is wrong
or depressing, rather I am confessing
there are millions,
no, rather billions of good reasons
to bloom in full
in a world of null.
Because F.E.A.R. is never really real at all,
and in the end equals zero
or as near zero as mathematically plausible.

-          MR, 10/6/11