I look at this world before me,
It is so much bigger that I see,
yet I only walk a small part of it.
I am one out of billions,
a small fragment of a much bigger brilliance,
Perhaps this is why no one hears of my opinions.
The voice of an ant’s whisper,
against the roar of a lion’s so bigger,
lost amongst a more suitable figure.
To the world I am miniscule,
but in my world there is no ridicule,
of the ultimate Pinnacle