Like the tiniest of pebbles,
ignored by the cool fingers of the laughing brook.
Like the obscure cave...
So inaccessible that it never sees the light of day.
Like the move easily dismissed.
When the queen overshadowed the rook.
Like the kite that spiralled downward.
When its string snapped and wind refused to play.
Like the pothole that tripped,
simply because indifferent feet would only overlook.
Like an idea that never sees fruition,
when open minds are scarce and clenched fists scream nay.
Like hidden reasons that remains unseen.
When we judge by the actions we conveniently mistook.
Like consequential words whispered under my breath.
They bear much weight...
But I'm too afraid to say.