Little Things — Bülent Ortaçgil

It’s all little things that wear us out
Little things that shy us away
It’s all little things, little things that pit us against
Little things that reconcile us
Little things, all are littlest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
It’s all short moments, blisses
It’s a hallucination to imagine it to be long
It’s all short moments that we decide
And then that we ruminate as to why for days
Short moments, all are shortest moments
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
All great dreams, all great dreams that we pursue
And then that we get lost as to where we are
All great dreams that I cannot hold in my hand
That I have never seen, never went through
Great dreams, all are littlest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
It’s all little things that make us fight
Little things that make us agree
It’s all little things that I love you
Little things that I hurt you
Little things, all are smallest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us

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t.n.:

It’s also a hallucination to imagine it to belong.

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