Still growing, still learning, still reverberating.

And in all truth, I am one.

And in all time, I am insignificant.

And in all places, I am hollow.

And yet, to fill.

And to continue to be what I

And what I see and you see, a dejected soul

And that soul is but one, but insignificant, but yet a hollow filled

And do I make a mark on this small world made mines for the time being

And is this the case for all of us.