Being Small

I gaze upon the sky, wondering at its expanse;
The gigantic stream of stars and planets in the cosmos looking down at me.
I wonder where I am and how I came to be,
And in this giant scheme of things, what would my contribution be.

I am too small an entity to believe that I am a superior being;
Just a speck, if I am to zoom out of my own reality.
A tiny spectacle on a planet among planets, in a galaxy among several others,
And this flaw to feel immense while being so small makes me shudder.

Am I inconsequential then? I ask myself looking up again;
I guess the answer to that would be relative to my being here.
I get restless in my quest for understanding this life sublime,
And I begin to question my imprint again on the sands of time.