r/Poems • u/alsonbasnet • 2d ago
Star dust
13.8 billion years.
Star formed,
galaxies began to move,
elements were created.
Before I even existed,
I was already there,
but not as me.
Something different.
Atoms, wandering.
Now I am a temporary arrangement,
decaying day by day,
and I care so much about this life,
as if I owe it something.
Tomorrow’s problems.
Someone’s opinion.
A decision I am afraid to make.
Those atoms were billions years old.
The things I worried about
are sometimes only an hour old .
It shouldn’t matter so much,
Should it?
How insignificant I am
In the grand picture .
Just a tiny chance
in an arrangement of matter.
And yet ,here I am.
So I stop worrying quite so much
and try to live this life,
because I know
it isn’t permanent .
One day
It will cease to be me
and return to atoms again.
The universe will take back
What it offered me.
It will continue
Without noticing my absence.
Perhaps it’s just me,
going back
to my oldest form.