All is wow
so small
not seen - yet important
crucial to mystery
space filled with substance
lost in a sea of dark
so small
moves slowly from and to
a simple thought
and
our tiny world
both are independent
and unintentionally existent
symbols
to whoever cares to consider
the enormity of creations existence
Dust
there is no inspiration here
backed off from ambition
why should we try to battle through
when nothing will result
apart from chaos
glory will not be gained
from caring
or constant challenge
will it mean
a bitter core of frustration
re-moulds our instinct
or
sooner claim our dust