To the world I seem to be a speck of dust
A particle driven by wanderlust
At peace my presence is unrecognizable
At gale my existence is plausible
I’m a twinkling little star in the galaxy
Yet we’re so many, who would notice me
Will it take until I reach my supernova
Before someone discern my bravura
The glitters of fame are never charming to me
Superficial grandeur it tend to be
The value of fortune is as unappealing
Superfluous to my content being
The system of things in this world is too wicked
Showing survival of those who fitted
You either be the predator or be a prey
Yet I opt not to conform to their way
