poem 3 my hommies- Made by daniel choong

The little things that come and go,The little things we sometimes show,
Represent all the matters,when we get mixed up among the clatter,
We tried so hard to keep things tight,
We mostly,always and sometimes fight,
We push n push n come so close, To letting go of all our hopes,
Our dreams becomes a desire,tiny flame turns into fire
And then we realiza what we've had, & comes 2 knw it's not so bad,
So we work to get things back together & turns the bad into so much better,
And so now we know that,The little things we sometimes show,
That represent all the matters,When we get mixed up into clatters...