whats the secret?

sometimes when i look at people i feel everyone knows the secret but me
how small can something make you feel
like time
or looking at something that you cant believe could be made
or reading about history
or the stars
and then looking at how long you have really been here
and really you havent been here at all in the great scheme of things
people might remeber you in the next generation
maybe the one after that
but then you disappear and memories fade becuase they our only in some peples brains not everyones like we like to think

and really our problems and everyone elses problems go away because we die
and its all really simple
then the next generation dies
and the next
and then soon the earth dies
the universe dies
and its all black
and eventually that dies
and then something else is made
created destroyed created destroyed
and you wonder why you were created and destroyed
and how much you contributed