sometimes
there's little time
to stop. to think about
the little things
but stop you must
as life is sad
and drags you down
to murky depths
so as you jump.
or dive.
take hold of
the little things
to pull yourself
above the tide
to come up face first
gasping
and yet to settle
for the sun.
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