the truth is we are such insignificant creatures.
       everybody thinks they are the lead role
in the play of life,
that the lights dim
                and they stand on the spotlight of center stage
with an entire audience in front of them, just hanging onto the edges of their seats
               let's change this scenario
                                                      to reality
the curtains fall;

               lights shut off,
there's an auditorium of empty seats

with not even advocation for the slightest moment that air sits here,

              even the silence doesn't,
                                                 it stays hung on the ceiling,
              
and back stage amongst the props there's a person
contemplating life,

                         a remnant of stardust,
exhaled throughout the yawns of the cosmos.