Useless

What is the point of the world,
if it will erode away into nothing,
What is the point of using time to our advantage,
when it is not real,
Perhaps for the namesake of an attempt,
or to look up at the moon and think, I am lucky, I am miserable,
in which case, why I ask, what is luck, and is this anonymous description really a .useful. thing,
or is it maybe just a tool to measure probable likelihood’s,
as this positive term may seem misleading,
like it is the rich man, who lives upstairs, and shot himself because he was useless, the true meaning of luck, this man wasn’t the only useless thing,
because people are useless, society is useless, the Earth is useless,
only if the future is focused on, without time, our planet is useful, but society is not, as per sometimes, when looking into the stars, I can see a guiding line, a new world, an escape, where time stops in its path, where the dust from erosion transitions into the air, where time may not be real to others, but to humans, it is, in the light, everything becomes .Useful.