The universe doesn't care about anything, because it doesn't mind about anything.
It doesn't care what it is, because it cannot see what it is, or be seen by anything.
Outside the universe is no eye or mind or mirror, no rules or responsibilities.
And inside the universe nothing matters at all,
Because everything is part of the universe
and none of it has to stay the same
and none of it has to become different
Because it is all that there is.
Shrugged somehow into existence
And shrugging ever since.

So I, a pointless temporary speck, don't need to care about anything.
I, like the universe, can float and exist, slumber, slide, and shrug.
I should try.
Even though I may have thoughts and feelings,
Even though I may have aims and ambitions,
Even though I may want to stay as I am or become something else,
I can try
Remembering what I am a part of.

Like the universe, I should become forgetful of the past and future.
Like the universe, I should move however I will, go wherever I would,
Grow, and shrink, and be nonetheless the same.