“I’m so insignificant!”
screamed the tiny speck of dot,
Nobody understands me, never
gives me a thought,
I wish I could be the creator
of me,
I’ll still be the dot and not
change humanity,
But I’ll just want to give
myself away,
Just consider me a part of the
whole, a part in the play,
Maybe now I’ve fallen from
grace,
But once I was up there,
someone with a face,
Before you erase me with a
sleight of hand,
A word of caution – beware,
it’s a quicksand,
Just remember these stairs
going down,
That’s where you’ll find me,
that’s where I’ll be gone…
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