Time comes and goes, no one, nor nothing stays
the same, and there’s nothing or no one to blame.
Before or after, either way, it makes no difference,
for millions more will come and millions more will go.
Everything will change, as time roars on, yet
eternity stays the same.
How important could humanity be, in
a miniscule world that spins and whirls in a
sea of stars and planets lost in the vastrness
of the universe?
This old planet…
Just a grain of sand whirling in
infinity, not one single thing matters
or does it?
