My world is great,
With less expectation from all creation.
But not withstanding, the idea of accepting the extra-ordinary.
Did I just say extra-ordinary?
Okay, let me explain.
Every little thing
Makes the ordinary extra-ordinary
Without no expectation.
But yet, every little action,
Little idea, little attitude
Little exclamation, little assumption
Makes my world great
Than anyone could ever conclude
Do you know every conversation
Has a secret?