The things we say or do,
or even think or speak,
Whether the truth or not -
somewhere it happened like you knew.
The universe is a dark & scary place,
our little nodular could be knocked from space.
So hear me out I'll make my case.
Thinking the things we do because we can,
causes a ripple in space & time to bend.
So many dreams contained as grains of sand,
the stars put them there for us to tend.
Everything has gone according as planned,
healing can begin so wounds may mend.
Our world is small so we are smaller,
yet smaller still exists a world,
for those with smaller stature,
as we are the world to some.