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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