mountains and mole hills

 

I have
A little thing
It's called
My life
I have a little thing
It's called 
My heart
And within
All of this
I have 
A little place 
It's called 
My world 
And though
I question it
Everyday
And it confuses me
Every while 
Still I wake
And sometimes
I sleep 
And I know
How small it is
And how big 
It feels 
Yet still
I am driven 
To climb
Every mountain
That grows 
Before me
Even though 
It looks like
A mole hill
To everyone 
Else 

◄ The shove

Sheepless ►

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