Recovered. Now having cup of tea. Ice cream.
Where's the playground. Where the sandbox. What do we neglect. Now that l am all grown up and mature, how come something's appear so fearful.
Why has LIFE been hard...Road less travelled should have prepared myself. How come person, relationship's like getting off a fast fairground ride.
You need a hand to steady yourself. The carousel has stopped. The Golden horses are still. Ride felt like fun.
This playground is empty. Sure if you had stayed LIFE Would be so different. Freedom came for you like many.
When you accept, or just have to reluctantly allow another to leave. They then have to stand alone.
In making choice to leave, they also saying.." l know the way,"..."l can make it"..
Perhaps 'tough Love' ,means you have to inform them ..The puzzle that we never found an answer for still asks us, Darling, just what all the games were for, And here we stand in a empty playground. Silent.
Suppose journey sometimes has dark echo's with no learning, l kind of believe not everything here now, in this LIFE has answers.
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