Insignificance

We are... unimportant.
Insignificant.
A speck of dust on the sill
That is the universe.
We are... nothing.
We don't matter.
So self-important:
So full of ourselves.

But are we?
Surely, because this is our home
Our perception is more
Important than reality?
On this tiny dot we call
Planet Earth,
Surely everything we do
Is significant.

What we do in our
Short lives
Means something to our race.
Whether it's music
Art
War
Healing;
We are all important
In one way or another.

Space is... infinite.
But it's insignificant.