Cannot change the world for they are just an elusive illusion Like the lyrics in a nostalgic song... They are but a dime in a pool of water where others' hopes glimmer.
They are but a pinch of salt Thrown over ones shoulder. A crossed finger.. A perfume that lingers.. They are simply, words... words that still cannot describe How it is even possible that you may sit there, Be alive, have this thing called "life" And write.