So busy have we become,
already shuffling around,
with so much to be done.
It’s important, aye, it is.
It’s the future that we want- Picture perfect.
We forget, in our tryst to get there;
Indeed we get lost,
Forget to do the small things that mattered the most,
Forget the smallest of things that made us,
Forget the tiniest of things that bring us the most joy..
That what we have now,
is more beautiful than what we’ll ever have:)