You could have been so much less.
So much smaller
with such little significance.
You could have been an ant
or a cloud
or some space schmutz
or from Kent.

You could have been one
with no choices
no opportunity
no potential.
You could have been untapped.

You could have been a fraction.
You could have been irrelevant.
You could have been unloved
unappreciated
untouched.
You could have been so much less
so why
must you complain
so loudly
about what you’ve got?