The Little Things

Failure to Notice, by Greg Yip. Georgetown, Washington D.C:
Let's get out of here, said I
The sooner the better. Graduation.
Echoes of teen years,
repeating itself twofold.
Look upon it as time wasted?
Nay, as time passed.
Look back as a life desired?
Nay, as life lived. Forgotten.

The little things surround me,
yet I fail to see.
I wish I saw, and loved,
but blind the heart is.
By distilleries and leaves,
resentment and longing.
So big those things become,
that they are little no more.

So turn and look ahead,
to what lies a long road.
That leads to places,
even you would not know.
A step at a time they say,
for that is how the journey begins.
Now go, and never stop.
The little things lie in wait.


"We gotta find some way to enjoy it till we graduate." - Michelle