I try not to think about

The vastness of what we are

In the midst of this boundless space

That somehow we’re here in this place

Instead of not

And there is abundance all around

These trees, these flowers, the grass

That I could lay in for hours

All so small

Within the endless confines

As to be nonexistent

Except for one thing –

We are aware of ourselves

Which makes us bigger than it all

It makes me sad to ponder

The significance of our insignificance

And i can smell the verdant life

That spins around me

Like a glorious eulogy to itself

In the face of an ever beginning

Ever ending universe;

What is the point of existing

In the face of oblivion

If not to consume everything

Before the end?