Insufficient
I realized how insufficient I am in this world.
Might be a melancholy view.
But the way this planet has lived so many life times.
My life time won’t make a difference to it.
I am a small strain on this earth with problems so small.
What happens when I’m gone?
The waves still crash, the sun will rise, the moon will glow, stars will shine.
In a few years time I’m forgotten.
Dust in the ground.
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