Words run through my head
Sometimes
An idea, a remark
That someone's said
Yet those ideas
Those tiny things
They change and grow
Hidden within
Sometimes when I dream
I see images
Of people and places
That I've never seen
They develop and change
Until their friends
An image of someone else
That I see and make my own
I get strange feelings
Occasionally
They bud and build
Inside of me
Until those feelings
Little things
Have changed the way I see the world
My hopes and fears
Dreams and desires
All springing from a tiny thing
A word
A picture
A tender look
That changes me
Making me
Exactly who I am