Finite Creatures

Pain refrain
You feel like you must carry the world on your shoulders.
The trouble of the world can't fit in here.
Limited space.
Limited resources.
Limitied finite beings.
It's what we are. Where we are.
Finitite in the infinite.
The only escape is love.
Love.
Love is the only infinite that we are capable of.
It sees no end, feels only inclusivitatiousness.
Once you have it, only you can leave it.
Once you leave it, only you can find it.
You can own it, loan it, but you can never sell it.
So find it my friends.
It's your only ticket out of the finitite existence.
Oh, and remember.
Love is an action.