The earth is but a pebble,
yet it’s so much more.
We wake there every morning,
this we know for sure.
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It hurtles through our galaxy,
yet we’re standing still.
We can try to fly away,
but we never will.
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If we were to leave,
where could we go?
The sky gives many choices,
but an answer we’ll never know.
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Our minds were made to question,
but time’s our only clue.
If we could not think,
what then would we do?
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Would we then survive,
living like bugs or beasts?
Could we ever imagine,
lives without its feasts?
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Or would we just devolve,
returning to mere dust?
The cosmos our destination,
where the unknown we’re then thrust.
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Our pebble we’d then follow,
attracted by its force,
Our lives would then not matter,
unless we changed our course.

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