Something pricks at eyes, every day and then
Perhaps it is due to the dust
That settles on the smaller things
The larger and the petty
Dumb as I was, younger
Mountains were molehills
Vice versa, of course
And yet daily reminders of patheticism
And let downs
Plague the teeth of us all
Water coffee
And bugs in the toffee
Something new is added to the blackboard every day
It's a shame, though
how an eraser of sorts is not present
Perhaps one may be created out of skin flakes
Abundant in bacterium, crying for desperation and fleeing thoughts
In the year 2019
It is wishful thinking, though
To believe that the time is so short
