I am..

I am a pebble in the mud,
A drop in the wide ocean,
A particle in the flowing wind,
Who has not an iota of a notion.

I’m often lost in pompous thoughts,
Of chateaus, champagnes and a whole lots,
Distant dreams that still haven’t found a door,
A step closer, and a fall a cent more.

Little choice do I have not to realize them,
For I realize, I share them with my world,
The world, who I share my treasures with,
Treasures or not, experiences they are.

Every time the mirror shows,
I stand on my toes,
Hoping I’ll see a bigger and better image,
If only that could happen….

Lilliput I maybe,
This does not stop me,
I m going to make it, I know
I’ll soon stand tall and show.

I am a pebble in the mud,
A drop in the wide ocean,
A particle in the flowing wind,
Who has not an iota of a notion.