Why have you chosen me
out of everyone else?
I am a nobody.
Like a leaf from a tree,
dancing crazily in the wind,
then lost in a fog.
Like a drop of water in the ocean,
or a single grain of salt.
All the same, yet so complex.
Yet you call me different,
ordinary,
special,
strange.
You've picked me out of all the others,
like picking a blade of grass in a
sea of green.
There is something I don't see.
Something you have chosen out of me... |