I am not trying to save the world
The world will survive
I am trying to save Us
We, the ones who cannot stand each other but also cannot stand life without the company of another
We, who try to make sense of what does not but cannot comprehend the very basics of life
We, who will tear each other apart from the inside out
We, who will turn against one another on a battlefield of endless death
Until the last man standing
Is standing on a pile of bones so tall that when he looks down
He falls to his doom
To our doom
In a trillion years the Earth will be gone
In a trillion years we all will be gone
In a trillion years all that will be left will be dust
Floating through time and space
Dust and memories of a civilization that once was
And that never will be again
A trillion years may sound like a long time but
It’s not
Our future is finite
But time
Is infinite
We are the small species that once considered themselves the rulers of that single, miniscule corner
Of the Universe
We are the babies that will never grow up
Clutching tight to our hearts the unimportant and inconsequential
Secrets and plans
Clutching our
Worries and hopes and dreams
All for a future that is already alive in the past and present
In time and space
They are all the same thing
We are a single sentence in the billion volume series that is the history of the Universe
We are the once alive and remembered
Forever dead and forgotten
We are the ground that the next world will be built upon
And fall upon
We are the smallest and biggest that ever has been
That ever will be
We are fleeting
We are bursting
We are small