To the universe, we are nothing.
Just a speck of dust.
Doesn't matter if you have bling,
Or can stop a massive gust.

The stars in the sky,
they don't care about us.
They don't care if we lie,
or roll over a bus.

We are just a small pixel,
on the large screen of life.
Nothing more than a scribble,
in the shape of a knife.