A big machine with countless cogs; the world
I am insignificant compared to the big picture
My purpose; so unknown, why did you create me my Lord?
Even though, any second, my essence will rupture
Thus, my line of thinking, that I am nothing
Nothing -- I thought -- until myself caught sight of you
The heart that earlier contained nothing, now is soaring
For the first time, my purpose in life, I have a clue
I used to love you, alas, it was in vain
In music, we are not at the same scale at all
In arts, you are the canvas, I am but only a stain
Lastly, I am only a small cog in the machine thus my downfall
Ultimately, such events compared to the big picture, is brief
Perhaps I will leave it for destiny to decide everything
As everything transpired was in the past, I voided my grief
Sitting in a room devoid of light, thinking I am nothing
