A Miniscule Fraction of the All-embracing Universe

 I am just a miniscule fraction 

of the all-embracing universe,

I am but the dust

in the ever-changing cosmos;

I will fade away in a second

like an ephemeral scenery.

All that I touch disappears,

all that I love creates my fears;

I am speechless when in urge to talk,

I stumble when in need to walk.

It is very like me

to cry

when I shall part

with what I've adopted,

the fragment that is mine.

In the kingdom of my creation,

how can I be a victim

when I respect no restraint,

if not that of my own humble self?

A Miniscule Fraction of the All-embracing Universe © Ladanseuse