Apparently they are worth it,
You can get them on the go,
Sometimes they will raise your spirit,
To a high where you will think you have blow.
And did you notice?
They are “so” simple,
With the simple frosted coat,
But don’t worry if it crushes, it is trivial.
There is always another,
Waiting on that pile of millions of them,
Singing and humming to the same words said by the others,
Thinking, out of millions they are the gem.
So did the light flicker?
All of them are flakes,
That will slowly wither
And break.
