you say an ant looks small
but that’s relative to you
the amount of matter in the universe
never tries to change
but it transforms each day
right in front of your face
the air you breath
has seen it all before
in all the instances of beauty
and all those of disdain
could have once been a raging asteroid
made of atoms long forgotten
but passed along
to create the heart you hold
so when you feel alone
just know that what you’re made of
has been through it all
but you don’t realize
even though you’re made of small parts
just like the ant you look down on
it’s not relative to you