I am but a mere and infantile part of a
complex network known as life.
I am a simple and minute piece of an
unsolvable puzzle.
A tiny fraction of a whole, nearly
insignificant is my role in this feature
film called "Reality"
And almost ironically enough the truth is
my slight and meager being is a necessity
in this world.
A detrimental portion of the mechanism in
its entirety.
To live and assist in giving life to my off spring.I am needed.
I am knowingly a microscopic gear that
permits the wheels of life to turn.
Rotation could not be achieved without me.
So despite my inabilty to carry the weight
of the world alone.In this life where I
exisist and live, life could not be without me.
Isn't it amazing how much the little things mean?