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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