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
