Yet we pray that we mean something, that we can not be
one of the many.
We see ourselves lost in a crowd
and begin screaming.
We grab the person closest to us,
and fight to convince ourselves
that they exisist.
We shout unto all the world
That we are here.
the world does not hear us at all
but merely continues turning.
We realize that space is infinite and forever
and that we have done this
and will still do it
We know how infinite we are
when we sweat and work and bleed and love.
We know that we can never feel the limits of our emotions
and that as hard as we try we can never do something that no one else has ever done
or will ever do again.
Yet we pray that we can take this world that we have been given
and make it what we want
because the difference between the version of us that is here right now,
and all of the others is that we are here.
We can see and feel and trust and love and bleed and die and know and hope and cry and pray and fall and rise and create and destroy and sing and silence and imagine and dream and do and give and take and learn and read and forget and steal and choose and be and begin and end and die and live.
This place is ours.
We deternine what today is like,
and every day after until the sun explodes.
We feel, and so we are.
We choose, and so decide the fate of the universe.