Insignificance lingers,
on my every breath.
Time slipping through fingers,
Rapidly approaching Death.
All is one, and one is all,
yet we act like we are alone.
Never realizing just how small,
how little we have grown.
Beneath the star lit sky,
we catch a tiny glimpse.
We start to ask why,
Our lives are only blips.
But we continue on,
acting as separate beings.
Only when they are gone,
Do we start to see some meaning.
Here’s a musical pairing to send your mind into dreamland:
Image: Unsplash - Chirayu Sharma
I love little poems that back a punch.