Amongst the countless grains of sand
I sit and gather some in hand
A moonless sky is up tonight
Glittering stars with all their might
The grains of sands I dare compare
To the stars above to which I stare
The mind assumes it comprehends
Although it only makes amend
Am I a figment or just a dream?
Or maybe just a being supreme
Do I exist and does it matter
As time passes and things get darker
And what is time and how do we measure
A second, a minute or something bigger
Can we equate our life to be?
Something as simple as energy
I have no answers to all there is
Nor do I wish to even perceive
Whatever I am, I just accept
As answers remain quite inept
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