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
Everything starts with a begining
