There are little things
In the crevices
In the little cracks in between
Little things like dust and
Bits you've never even seen
Little tiny dots
Microscopic little spots
That reek all kinds of havoc
Chaotic tangles and knots
I was gonna go out
And conquer the day
But then I stubbed my pinky toe
So I think right here I’ll stay
It don’t take much
To throw me off my course
But likewise I just need a spark
To get back on that horse
