I bring you a message,  one simple and true

Want what is real, not plenty but few

You shouldn't look past such small events

To absorb every scene, all the colors, all the scents

See yourself change while time passes by

The times that you live, the times that you cry

Little do we acknowledge small parts of our lives

Things that have no meaning but are sharp as knives

In some cases, we will never see the things

Life will still go on, even if you miss the message this poem brings