I wonder how it is that people pass through life, without questioning the little things.
There's these little things that make us all question, things that make us wonder.
You'll sit by and think and question the bigger things, surely the forces that move us?
But is it the bigger things that shape the forces around us? Or is it the small things that mold us
And move us?
Do we question everything we know and stop the hands of time to find what makes us real?
Nay. We continue on, blissfully unaware, and ignorant like a child. Never to understand the truth.
Our strong hearts will falter and our fragile minds will collapse. Songs of sadness will be sung.
Mythical legends will be brought up once more and old 'lores will be respected.
Do we still dare question the small things that make us wise ones wonder?
Wonder, how the small things shape and mold us yet?