The true impact of the world will be naught but a whisper

A scream of an ant in the face of the world.

Eliot guessed at the proportional value,

Don't you get how ridiculous we sound?

Like a lone baby's wail in a packed noisy hall,

Begging for attention,

We love to reach out and call.

Make ourselves bigger,

Though we are so damn small,

Nothing will remember the bare imprint

we've made in the wall of the universe.