when the sun sets in the evening
and you’ve still more mouths to feed
you may find yourself with a basket of bread
a tiny little piece is all you need
when your journey’s blocked by water
and you pass without getting wet
you may ask yourself, «what’s the meaning of it all?»
a tiny little shrug is all you get
on your quest for information
bring along the tools you need
if you find yourself staring blankly at a screen
a tiny little chip is what you need
when your nation’s steeped in sorrow
and your pundits are having a fit
you’ll redeem yourself at the end of everything
a tiny little atoms all you split