Infinitely me

If I had time
Infinity
A thousand tomorrows
Forever and a day
Would I still say
The things I say
Every day
Would I live like this
With reckless abandon
Disregarding
My limitations
Myself
Where would I be
Would I be free
Or would infinity
Be the death of me

Sometimes I wonder if more time is really a good thing. I never seem to have enough, but then, the very things you desire can become your strongest shackles. I still wonder.