No one is unimportant.
The thin line that divides
The right from the wrong-
No one is categorically
Good or just bad.
Logic seems to sometimes,
Shake hands with irrationality
And everything seems
Random.
Some made-up patterns
Inturn have blown out of
Proportion too-
Nothing is real here..
There's no illusion too.
The universe might just be
An atom and the atom seem
To be high on it's own
Vastness.
Some look up in the sky
To swim in the saline water
And some get into the sea
To conjure the stars that
Do not matter.
Everyone's their own hero
Here and every other is an
Unintended villain.
You're less than a nullity in
The grander scheme of
Things and at the same time-
Everything.
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