All the stars in the sky can’t fuel
The engines of my ambition,
I’ve done the math, and
Will need to tap
an alternative source.
With every man a fulcrum
And my tendrils on each lever,
And the galaxies so distant,
My task will take forever.
So I’ve started braiding spacetime here
And cutting what ifs there.
And considering hiring a maid from an app on my phone,
Though it makes me a bit uncomfortable.
Laugh at me.