Insignificance

I was asked to enter a poetry slam next week, of which I accidentally agreed to. If you saw my previous post, you likely saw my short story detailing the adventures between a tortoise and a deer. This expands on that idea a little, but in a more terse manner. So bear with me through these various metaphors and allusions, and please, enjoy.

There once was a deer and a tortoise
An unlikely pair it seems
But nonetheless they got along.
Despite this, both were insignificant;
The deer, not insignificant in the way that
she had meant nothing to the tortoise
but that she was simply a blemish on the face
of this infinitely expanding universe.
Yet the tortoise, he was insignificant in that
his existence had meant absolutely nothing
to the beautiful deer. Eventually they became separate
and drifted apart. Slowly they watched a shooting star,
and their world vanished in a flash of light.
And if you bear with me through all these allusions and metaphors
One may believe that they are insignificant; that their existence means nothing
to anyone or anything. Slowly this feeling grows like
Dandelions in a gardener's field, blowing away in the wind
Only to spread to further parts of your mind.
Soon they watch themselves helplessly spiraling 
into a tide of depression, through the darkest ocean
from which they have no lifeboat or coast guard to save them.
Some will find flotsam junk, and some will feel like it.
And they will juggle with that question "To be or not to be?"
And when they finally make their choice
End their life not with a whimper but a bang.  
Or they may tread on through that dark ocean
Praying on the promise of greener meadows.
But this poem is not to bemoan our trivial realities,
But to explain that we are all the furthest thing from being
Insignificant.
This is to the guys who got second place, who never made it past junior varsity
The vice presidents and the prom queen nominees
This is for the lost and the lonely, for the loners and
for those just trying to find their place. 
This is for the college dropouts and the people who just need a day off.
This is for everyone who feels like the meaning of life 
is for nothing but to work, eat, sleep, and die.
This is for you. This is for you to know that you mean something
And just as a butterfly may flap its wings in New Zealand,
Which ever so slightly changes the air pressure
Causing it to rain in your home town
Where you look down the street and smile at the girl
Who is soaking wet and give her your umbrella
to meet the love of your life,
You'll start to notice how important you really are.
So when you start to feel the heavy weight
of reality bearing down on you, 
dragging you further than even the blackest pits of Tartarus
Remember that every choice you make
Makes a difference. That you are significant.