There’s a little here,

there’s a little there,

each aware,

each wide-eyed,

each scornful eye,

each passing moment,

everywhere no place untold,

dizziness fills the rooms,

sadness tries to consume but that small candle still lasts with that little light.

The candle light will grow unforgottenly.

Unforgottenly it will definitely grow,

grow to a smile that once wasn’t so.

Now the fire and smile will grow until there’s only that little, that little outcasted forgotten to the heart.

Now there’s only to remember the little forgotten in which it wasn’t so.

The world of little,

The world of lot,

The little will cease as the lot will come when little is no more than dust.