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Tiny they are,

the words that float around in my head.

I want to go crazy but instead...

I must lie down for a while,

talk to the shadows and save my smile.

Sometimes I can feel it so close by

that it wants to make me cry.

They are tiny, but they are real,

that is, these memories I feel.

They seem to be like seconds,

reality, but only for a moment,

before they pass by.

And you know that they'll be back,

but not forever.

So I stare into the vagueness of my life

and I wonder if I'll ever survive.

I know that I am better than the rest,

but not better yet, than the best.

It's like I've been waiting all my life,

for a better chance

and sometimes I wonder whether I missed it, in a second glance?

Was I not build for a better purpose?

I must not forget,

tiny they are,

but so real.

That is, these memories I feel.

They feed my dreams for a better me

and within them, it's me I see.

I must not forget

as I may regret.

I may not sleep for too long

or my chance of a lifetime may be gone.

As I lay down I know it's true,

tiny they are

but very far.

Tiny but real

I know these memories I feel

they were once and can be again.

The words that flow around my head

tell me I may not forget.

tiny tey are, but so real.

These memories are a truce I called,

which keep me beyond the world's reach.

Tiny they are, but I can still hear them preach.