we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

I am

A drop of water

In the sea.

A grain of sand

In the desert.

A needle in the haystack?

Not nearly sharp enough.


I think, therefore I am.

And yet

To many, I am not.


Does it matter?

I may be invisible

But at least I can see.