I am a fleck of dust on a grain of sand

Swirling swirling outwards, outwards

Towards the darkness, darkness

With all the dust, us dust.

But conquer I must my inward view 

Of feeling over logic

of minescule the great..

Great be of kind

Kind be of great

Great be to survive

Of Growth to improve

For improve is to evolve

Evolve I Must..

..Ark..!!.?.. » Zorabian