To dwell on thoughts of our importance, led by ignorance and reassurance
But I assure you that we are nil, in light of all that is cosmic
Frequent stares into space across the world, eventual realisation that we are all but none
Living in a time that encourages us to leave a mark, but our mark is a mere ant mound
We create such glory, such works, but from above, we are so below
They chuckle at us as we try and make us count, take his words to heart, as it all is ill to us
The words spoken hurts and defeats, but accepting is the way to overcome grief
Words I’ll eat if I’m proven wrong, a forever extinction I’ll face if lied
But the end isn’t near, neither is our importance.
(Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft).
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