small

I drift

I never touch the surface

I never touch the sky

I am in between heaven and hell

Glory and guts

Existence and death.

 

Where I am

Shifts suddenly

I am on top

And then I am at the bottom -

I reach the peaks

Only to fall on the rocks

I reach for help

But decide I am better without

 

I am unfinished

And I like things unfinished -

I like leaving things to be done

Leaving worries for another day

Thoughts for another tomorrow

 

If I carry on this way I'll never amount to anything

 

Why do I have to be anyone?

Why do I have to amount

Because I am little

I am small

A speck of dust in a world of sandstones -

I am the smallest of them all

 

I am content with my size

I am content with my lot

 

I am ready to be small

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