A speck among the dust
Not something easily seen
A single being in a vast majority
But here I lay
A particle in the void.
Where is my originality?
My intended purpose?
Was I made to lay here
To die among millions?
Or am I supposed to find
my own meaning?
Yet here I feel as if I’m the only speck
To not know what they’re doing.
...I can’t exactly think
Nor can I speak.
But the differences between us all
Will tear me apart.