little things

The sharpness of being

A third wheel to fate

 

Traversing through gravel roads

Leading towards the sky

Continuing to fixate on little things

With no thought of limits

 

Our limits are enough

To dry our wet nonsense

On tomorrow

 

On what is given life

and what shouldn’t have

 

Look through the telescope

Not the microscope

 

Germs look back

And multiply

Light glows

 

 

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