Wednesday, 8 July 2009

The small things.

You foam at the mouth.
You're on your own.
You fucking love it, don't you?
You rant in a quiet room about a loud world full of quiet lives
Lead by noisy people who have quiet thoughts.
One day, you're gonna have to settle down.
It's scary, isn't it?
You're gonna have to love another.
You're gonna have to step from these dark recesses
Like a fresh stream flowing from a cavern full of bats and algae.
These are the small things
Which we overlook.
These are the small things
Which make up the big things.
These are the small things -
Building one by one to break the camel's back.

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