I am but a mere speck;
a speck upon a page of endless words
in a world of endless breaths;
a world where everyone is fighting for one last chance;
one last chance for meaning and depth.
When meaning fails us all,
what do we have left?
What denial will whisper words of strength?
Who will tell us to stand so tall
in a world where we stand so small?
My knowledge is all that I admire,
all that I desire,
now that my meaning has burned away
in all the endless fires.
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