Musings on everything with little resources.
“What is the meaning of life?”
An question as old as time,
“What is my place in the World?”
A grain, amongst the billions of grains named people,
“Where do I fit in?”
It sure isn’t on Triond’s Hot User’s List,
“What have I done with my life?”
Not much when held up against super-stars and super-models.
I saw a photo,
Taken of the Earth from Saturn,
I was shaken to the core,
We dwell on barely a speck of water,
A dewdrop in a magnificent ocean of anti-matter,
This Earth we cling to with all our dreams and all our hopes,
“What are you going to achieve?”
Not much really, I have few aspirations,
Maybe; just maybe,
I’ll become inspired,
To do my bit for my loved ones and be a little help around the place,
Then and only then can I conquer the world.
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