I need to be small right now
And hide within your arms;
The world of big is bad for me.
I wanted so badly to make it big
That every day was measured
By the march towards greatness.
There is no joy in speculation;
There is no respite in universes
Without touch and smell and taste.
I wanted to command the galaxies
Which are distant points of light
That cannot love me back.
So help me find the real-sized flowers
I can water and the art I can
Edit in my kitchen.
The story lingers that this is a phase
I must work through to be great,
But maybe the story will dim
And I will find greatness in the small,
And cherish air, water, and light,
And no longer need to be famous.