I'm not scared
Of a great nothingness
Ready to consume me
Like a gust of wind,
Nor do I fear
The void in the sky
Telling me that what I do
Is as pointless as the rest.

I fear that it matters.
That what I have done
That what I will do
Matters.

Because if that's the case
Then what am I to do?
I can't simply go on
Breathing and blinking
Like that's all there is to it.
I can't exist without some greater calling,
Some booming voice that stretches
Past my lovely, infinite void
Telling me
I'm not enough
And I never will be.