With Little I have
and the little I need
A little is left
Some to throw around
in reckless abandonment
The fetish of the mind.
Some for when I'm down
To relish archives of the past
There's a smile I intend to find.
Some to gaze into the light
of stars and endless sky.
To become less than I am.
Some to be irrational and human.
fight, conspire and hate
to butcher the sacrificial lamb.
Some to praise the lord and cry
And to promise I'll try
to be kind and careful and sweet.
Some to satiate the vices.
Left to my own devices
I seem to enjoy bittersweet treats.
The rest is yours.
