My poems....IN BOOK FORM!

Im just a little ray of sunshine

Time is but a crass measurement
That man lays alongside his existence
In an attempt to give meaning to his own infinitesimal mortality.
In a vast unconquerable universe, he strives to get the upper hand, on his own demise,
Thinking that will help him understand how to unweave the web he has already wove
But instead all he does is waste the precious seconds
The frugal powers at be have cautiously granted him
And by doing so he only
Guarantees his entanglement
And from within his ensnarement all he does is ponder his own his own meaninglessness
Binding him forever within the constraints of his own consciousness