"Little"


Why are we all so little?
Why do we stay right here?
We could be out just flying,
The time is drawing near.
Why do we wait for yesterday,
To make such perfect sense?
When we could pray for tomorow
To not leave us feeling bent.
We battle with ourselves inside,
Forgetting outside troubles.
It seems the sounds of yesterday
Are trapped in endless bubbles.
Do they go floating on forever?
Are they always drawing near?
Will we ever find them?
Will we fly from here?


Why am I so little?
What must I forget
To make the pain of yesterday,
Seem well worth my time spent?
How many years of hoplessness?
How many years of dreams?
When will I awaken?
Never, it truly seems.
I'm stuck inside this little room,
Promises are growing old.
I cannot escape my own ideas,
Outside, it's growing cold.
Forget the time I've spent with you,
Forget when I was me.
If you can leave it all at that,
I'll fly away.
You'll see.

--Christi Spessard

Merry Christmas, everybody!! I hope you like this,
I wrote it on a whim a couple months ago, and
people seem to like it, so I thought that I should
share it with you as well. Love ya!! Bye!
12-24-00