• This pebble in my hand,
    Rougher than I remember as a child,
    Smaller too, but it has been a while.

    Everything eventually turns to dust,
    Thus I marvel at the insignificance.

    I turn my eye blind to where it all began,
    From rock to pebble to hot white sand.
    My feet need ground for the next step,
    Part of my existence lays in my hand.

    From hand to brain I try to succeed,
    Try to make someone notice me,
    Little, tiny fish in the big blue ocean,
    I'm drowning within this social sea.

    I breathe with words like air and lung,
    And look to my fist, where it begun.

    Significance is a million stars in the sky,
    The moonlight on the water, so serene,
    I looked at my hand, pebble into stone,
    And realised one of those stars was me.