Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

The Little Things
Are we drops in a bucket
Poured into an endless sea
A black dot on a chalkboard 
One more microscopic bead

Or are we distances crossed in time
Laced with anguish, but filled with success
Are we the ones that they say have excelled
But hasn't had one single loving caress

Sometimes dreams fade when we grow,
And realize the limitations we have placed
We see the dreams that once held a promise
With the slow passing of time, it’s something we face

Dreams…What a world to have a dream
Do we not walk in a world where the sun sets?
Oh the sky’s blue contrast to a fluffy white cloud
Its the little things that makes it the best!