In the grand scheme of things,
I was minute,
Microscopic: An atom,
Less than an atom breaking away on its own;
A particle of dust,
I am a speck of fluff on the floor,
Invisible to the eyes of aliens;
Yet, intricately bound to fulfill a destiny.
I am fighting for my place among man and life.
I was willing to try producing something positive.
Even if I couldn’t, I would rather try than die.
Death is hanging on by death and it’s a shallow, empty hole:
A cave of nothingness swallowing me whole.