A Little Something
Sometimes I wonder a little something
Why are some people born blind?
Why are some countries in war?
Why do governments feel the need to corrupt?
Why am I here?
Sometimes I think of a little something
That all the things I have done
And experienced to get to where I am
Is for a reason; something bigger than now
That somehow I am destined for something
A little something I don’t know about yet
Sometimes I remember a little something
Something someone did to get me to where I am
Someone who saw my naivety and questions
And saw that little destiny in me
That someone, watching me from afar,
Constantly like a guardian angel
Help guided me to where I am now
For which I am inherently grateful
Sometimes I write about a little something
Something that lets my story bleed onto pages
Something that is universal and yet so personal
A little something about my life
Of which I am sure
Is not little.