The lights are dimmed,
The shadows are stark.
The moon is waning,
And so are the stars.
Sometimes I feel
Myself withdraw.
Thinking, wondering,
Who exactly am I?
This world I live in
Is infinitely large.
Yet, still, it's nothing
Compared to the Cosmos.
I cannot fathom
The magnitude of it's vastness.
For then I'll realise that
I'm just a mere speck.
A speck of light,
A tiny dot.
Splattered with hopes
That will come to nought.
What's my existence?
What does it mean?
Why was I spawned
In a world that revolves frenetically?
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