Sometimes

Sometimes,
I think about how worthless it all is,
How one day,
The universe will be nothing,
Only dust,
How the sun will no longer shine,
How the stars will no longer exist to dance among,
How the sky was never a high enough limit,
But,
Sometimes,
I think about the little things,
The light in someones eyes when they talk about their passion,
The way someone looks at the one that they love,
The way a parent smiles at their child,
And sometimes,
I remember,
That it is all worth it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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