Small things made us content
Until growth took over our lives
Getting more turns into a bore
When we cannot take in
Small times
Remember the past days?
Every aspect of life felt
Like an unsolved mystery
But now we have grown
Complicit and trapped
In routines that we never liked
But if this is the future
Did we ever enjoy small things?
Were we born to toil in normality?
Maybe it's too early
But I have always been too late