This may not be true either.

This has been going on 
For some time now
And I hope that we can understand
It cannot stop
We can only cope
We can only die
And dream
A psychopathic circle,
Unsympathetic
A disorganized disaster
of organized chaos.
Discouraged by circumstance
We laugh
And danger creeps
And demons peep
On this mad circus
They don't antagonize us
Agonize us
We do it to ourselves
And harmony is a pipedream
Reserved for only sometimes
Yet they fade
like glory and time, 
Thought to be infinite

But they are not. 

Nothing is infinite
We will last for ever
Nothing is infinite
We are all infinite.