The Little Things


Leaping, dancing, joyful muse

I know the story’s end

What to be of destiny?

You believe and I’ll pretend.

Does the blue-tailed lizard, even the red-tinged ant

Know the life before them?

Is their time well spent?

Following paths of sacred feet

Come before this young-old bride

Searching the ground for fooler’s gold

A test set forth by Pride


Gypsy ways whisper their worth

Young girls cry lovelorn tears

What could either know of truth?

Drink and drink and drink your beers

Tick-tock, tick-tock go the years…

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