Small ones,
At times insignificant to senses
The elusive Boson though in hiding
Life in its subatomic form
Moving from matter to energy
Back to being pithy
Solid, morose
Sudden burst of enthusiasm
I want, I need, I must have
The long tail of bushy whys, what fors, why nots
Impossible dreams, mimicking failed success
Oh I wish it were true, nail the lie
Why do I like pink of today
The greens of tomorrow
Absurd emotions
And all you summarize in one word
Confusion.
Small tiny bits of my life
Aggregate into little drops
Which meet into oceans of yore
Reeking of what I wanted.
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