How?

How can you feel important
When even the humblest of ants
Is as equal in this life as you are?

How can you bear the sight
Of a host of stars at night
Who existed far longer than you?

How can you make your life
Not be pointless and full of strife
When the cosmos overpowers you?

How can you feel like anything
In your life means something
In the shadow of a colossus?

How can it be that the entire
galaxy seems like a mere spire
On the palace of the universe?

How can it be that a single atom
Means more than you can fathom
But still has something greater?

How can all the questions of time
Be answered by a mere rhyme
When none of this really matters?