These things I do, every day and night. Seem to tire me out some. I feel alone and cold at night so all I do is hum. I hum those songs, the ones we all hear, the ones whos words are unspoken. I listen carefully to the empty fear of people who are afraid to be spoken. The music always tells me, which way I need to go, which friends I need to make, and which river that needs to flow. I ask myself, is this really me? And stand high above the water. Tell me something, can you feel that sea breeze? And tell me if it actually matters.

Enjoy those little things.