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
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