The Grand Scheme of Things

The majority of souls have never existed

And ultimate boredom is not existing

We are but a fleeting thought

In the grand scheme of things

A momentary blip

On the radar of time

We come and we go

Like the tides of the sea

But our impact is nil

In the grand scheme of things

So what does it matter?

In the end, we're all just dust in the wind


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