little by little,
bit by bit,
slowly it all grinds down in the end,
like a river down hill,
it starts on top but over the years,
it erodes down and down till there is a gaping scar in the land,

little by little,
bit by bit,
its all the same really,
the ware and tear of life,
tbh,
I'm like the earth below the river,

my skin the grass,
my muscles the the dirt,
my bones the stones,
the ware of life is just going through me,
and like the earth it erodes through me,
and like the earth i give way to the wight of the water,
the scars are there old and new,

little by little,
bit by bit,
slowly I'm eroding away,
soon there will be nothing left.

and i will be glad for it.