Insignificant nothings

When was the last time you felt insignificant?

When was the last time you were no more than a drop in the ocean?

Little drops make an ocean.

Yawn - they teach that to gullible kids in school.


The butterfly shows off the flower as his prized possession.

The flower is just another rose in the garden.

The garden only stands at the edge of a behemoth city.

The city teems with life, yet just a meek whisper on the face of the growling earth.

The growl makes the butterfly droop his wings.


How many people need to approve that you're standing out?

How would you know that you won't fade unburnished?

Who are you trying to prove a point to?

When will you call it a period?


And then it dawns upon the butterfly

That amidst scores of flowers

That in the cacophony of the city

That even though his flapping can't raise a storm

All that matters is being snug with his rose.

His rose is his world.

His rose is everything.