Small Things

Do you ever pay attention to the small things in your life?

What small things do I remember?

When to me they can not matter

I sought out the grand world's voice

But I only heard a static whisper

Asking me why, why, why do you want to try

Why to secrets do you want to pry

You don't matter to anyone in your life

If that's the truth, then keep me from wanting to fly

They add up one, two, three

Little single thoughts rested in my body

I still can't believe that they can change me

But my soul's turned a different hue I see

Richer, wiser

A compromiser

I don't want everything now

'Cause the word I learned with patient time

My mind is free

I can slightly believe

In chances to which I agree

End.

Reviews

[cycy]

sking me why, why, why do you want to try
Why to secrets do you want to pry
interesting piece, a very different twist from a usual poems about appreciating the small things and all,definitely not what i would have guessed based on the title.very well written.i enjoyed this one.