Throughout the sunrays

I have seen all
I’ve flown out of the vicinity
I’ve drifted throughout sunrays.
Lent on my window sill
And contentedly sat and watched,
A world constantly changing
A sky constantly moving, falling.
Yet so so very petite
As a speck of dust
My significance of an observer
Of this manic race
Called life,
Is larger the prospect of a deaf man’s view