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And it's the little things
I can't list them,
they are too many
sorted into too few ways
They are the little things
the day to day, the worst,
the amazingly great, the mundane
I see them never all at once,
just a few here, some days tons
others none, of any shade or shape
But they are there I understand this
the little things that irratate and cause drama
the little ways one can show how he loves another
in simple actions, or thoughtful vigil
I sometimes celebrate, or at least pretend
To love the good, done for another,
but inside I am wondering what about me?
Oh, these little things
they complicate you, and they get in... so deep
So in, where you believe that it is your own agenda
but you are ninety percent programed to love your self less and less
and ten percent willing to participate in that corruption
These little things will define you through your failings,
as well as your leaps and bounds of personal apprasal
Forget what you hate, and love what you don't want to
The little things change, and control and add chaos to your life
and it's these this little things that will kill you.
SynchinicitySynchronicity!
SynchinicitySynchronicity! Perfect write!
the linchpin of recognition in these incredible words amongst incredible thoughts:
"but you are ninety percent programed to love your self less and less
and ten percent willing to participate in that corruption"
this helped me feel there's a way to see, and ultimately cope! Bravo. thank you for sharing! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
My pleasure
I didn't know what I was trying to figure out, or vent, or articulate through this one, and I feared I'd gotten off path through parts of it. But knowing that some of the words I wrote worked some sort of good for you as you read them is more than enough reward for my trying Thank you. As always.
jrfehlmann