From nothing to nothing, and no choice in the matter

I don't see a man with a plan, just blueprints
for animals and planets, plants and humans.
the stars and the galaxy, the universe were stewed in.
But the pots so big, nobody's ever viewed it.

As the heat turns up, we all just evolve,
like noodles turning soft in a broth.
Or turn to steam and get kicked off,
The cocoons that rot become food for the moths.

Pride will tell you that you have free will.
Say that to a fire on an oil spill,
tell that to a tire on an endless hill.
Tell a Wild  Tiger, not to make it's kill.

Everything that is, but a splash in a pond.
I am but a drop, and am soon to be gone.
I hear people talk like they know what's going on
but the truth is, were all just notes in a song.

We are all so small in the realm of space.
A link in a chain that's been locked in place.
We are all the same, in that were carbon based.
We all come from nothing, then turn to waste.