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Tiny
An Existentialist Poem
There is an entire solar system
full of planets and stars
and some days we send people
in a spaceship up into the sky
and they arrive on another planet
Do you think about that
when you are ordering your latte?
That a human just left our planet
and went into the sky
and touched down somewhere else,
where there is no “life”
and here we are, you and me,
thinking that we matter
What about the days where you feel so big?
So overly important because of what you do
but did you ever think about this…
If there is life on another planet
or on other planets, in the sky,
within the geographical constraints of the universe,
if those limits even exist at all,
do you think they will ever think about you?
Do you think many of the people in a small town
in a European countryside care about you
and the amount of paper you are pushing
or the number of people you “supervise”
or how many followers you have on Instagram?
