The man said to the universe, "Why do you turn a deaf ear? Your indifference is so perverse, To my cries, I can only hear Silence, cold and unfeeling, Is there no answer you can give? No warmth, no care, no healing, No way for me to truly live?" The universe, it did reply, With a vast and endless void. It said, "You are but a fly, In the grand scheme, you're destroyed." The man, he shook his head in shame, For he knew the truth of what they said. The universe cared not for his name, Nor the tears that he had shed. He cried out, "Please show me some grace, Give me some sign that you care." But the universe, with a stoic face, Remained indifferent, unaware. And so the man was left alone, In a sea of stars and dark matter, Only the universe's cold tone, To be his constant, unfeeling chatter.