One shadow emerges, clouds me.
So, I astir in trepidation, trembling.
The shadow keeps me awake it
reminds me how life can dwindle.Me, a tiny spectacle, perishable
in a "massive" universe within another.
Is it enough to save one being,
or should you gloatfully spare me?
Yet, I am beyond caring, but so
confounded if the world is a tiny
piece of dust, compared to the unknown.
So, I gaze with watchful eyes,
as the earth turns frigid, the colors
ebb, as humanity was believed to be
superior, it will soon fade out.
In the way I think, is oblivious and
crooked like the other drones here.
So, spare me, spare me of the wonders;
and endurance of why I even exist.