Little Things
These stories and their strategies
tend to remain untold
little bit by little bit
they change our world
Gathering their momentum
bit by bit become
too dangerously headlong
and inch by inch
become encroaching
sneaking up behind you
when we all are sleeping
Little by little
in every tock and tick
the vanishing of humanity
beneath it quietly slips
but these stories in their strategies
tend to be untold
all the tiny little things
of the great wide open world
bit by little bit we find
all the doors are suddenly closed
surreptitiously removed
by sneak thieves
living in the pockets of our souls
Little by little bit
the theater unfolds
the grand illusion of us all
tiny inconsequential
united by ultimately divisible
prone to believe in the unbelievable
by millimeters to measure
our predetermined fall
little snip edge off clip
healing every tiny little cut
until there's nothing left at all
Still these strategies in their stories
take care never to be revealed
we tend to wake up one morning
and find all the white wash has mysteriously pealed
inch by little inch
bit by little bit
we are handed back their tiny little world
filtered away into insignificance
what once there was
is now without us
now a miniature facsimile
little by little
no more of anything of what we used to be
bit by bit
removed it from our memory
those sneak thieves who made their living
stealing all the little things
from the pockets of our souls
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2020
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