The lights come on, but the stage is empty A melody plays, but no one’s listening Stars align, but no one’s watching Inspiration flies, but there’s no pilot
Words are written without a writer Wind blows with nothing to sway The world keeps spinning with no axis We are insignificant to the universe’s song
Our existence is a whirlwind of dust When no one’s looking or listening Amazing things transpire around us But that doesn’t make them less special
A star is a star no matter how small Dance without a tune, sing without a song Write without a pencil, and exist without a purpose Because the things that go unnoticed are the most beautiful