Quintessence of Dust

What a piece of work is man!
A lonely, background character on a cosmic stage

Powerless
Paralyzed
By the insignificance that haunts our fragile minds
Delusional
Terrorized
By the indifference that overwhelms our lives

What of man's potential?
Inconsequential
In the eyes of a dying universe
With no direction
Unanswered questions
Yet we persist for better or worse

What of man's potential?
Inconsequential
In the eyes of a dying universe
With no direction
Unanswered questions
Yet we persist for better or worse



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Oates
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