Lay your world at my feet.
Only then can we climb all of the little successes
Leading us to the bigger picture.
At worst a graveyard of memories and futures never had.
Of mewling infants
Lost treasures
Sleepless nights.
What say you now, little man?
All that was to be said has been said?
Oh yes, you were the sand I was trying to hold.
Hanging
Hanging
Hanging
Drink
Drank
Drunk