Nightly Lost Thoughts

I stay up late and ponder,

Wounder,

What would happen if I wasn’t me?

Who then would I be?

I am me

And all I’ll ever know and see

Why am I here?

Why is anyone?

Is all we are meant to do is be born, stay alive, then die?

Our existence is so small compared to the sublime power of the world

The solar system,

The galaxy,

The universe,

Always expanding, constantly growing,

Going on and on and on

Forever and always,

As far as we know,

And how can we know?

We have only existed for a short time in this vast, unending, place.

So this I think,

And contemplate

As I lay awake at night.