Not only is the world vast and colossal
But time is majestic still
Feeling like an ant, my emotions so dismal
But to write these words I will

When compared to literature’s entirety
Specks of dust are my indistinct works
Still I keep writing unceasingly
In my heart the answer lurks

For what do we do if not what we love?
And follow the path laden by thee
I know it’s debatable, what is freedom? Are we all free?
But for now let us put our minds on the topic above

I fear that what is mine will be lost
Lost in the sea of time and creation
Inevitably, there will always be more lofty compositions
A mountain above the mountains, a sky above the sky

That when compared to mine, all I can do is admire
Me a pauper, they the sires
Then I took comfort seeing the hills below
And in the saying, beauty, in the creator’s eyes, show