Insignificance

How deep are our souls? The immeasurable depths, To which each individual delves Only to revel in the question Of their significance The first breath of each day Gives minutes away, To who? To me, myself and I? No, others who believe they are important Not restrained from the question Of their own significance Shallow puddles take time To refill, how long? When each raindrop Falls in a different manner, However, no one is there to ask the question Of their own significance Some can sit and wonder, ponder Why certain names are better known Than others. Why achieve? Why not bother? But be there to ask the question Of their own significance Dreams are illusions or quite not, Yet a fuel to light someone’s future. Love like a candle can be lighted by anyone, Just always, answer the question Of your own significance