There’s a finite set of steps.
From here and the shops
A finite amount of time
Until my walking can stop

A finite amount of daytime
Till I have to go back
A finite amount of food
That sits on the rack.

A finite amount of plastic
That gets thrown away.
A finite amount of animals
That have to turn grey.

An Infinite imagination
That has brought us here.
And an infinite amount of ways
that will cause everything to disappear.