All those years I spent as a child--- The "happy" moments sickly defiled... The precious innocence fleeting at best Not from my choosing and so goes the rest... A wandering soul filled with questions and doubts A "full-grown-full-blown" adult with no clout-- Than to hope my experience brings but a spark To others like me or "unlike" me...hark! Grown, we all learn that the "magic" was mute. There is no such thing!...It gets HARDER to boot! It sure makes you think! Use the "matter" for sure! Yet after some time, it seems there's no cure To the questions, the wonder, the doubt and the anger... Comfort once known now a "formidable" stranger--- For "you" become parent, guardian and master... No one is there, weak or strong, bar disaster! Such as it is...at least what "I've" known... Apart from the "lucky" or "rich"...thrown a bone. But I'd be "o.k." with it just if I knew One of a hundred or more ANSWERS......like YOU!
Reason for writing:
Is it good to ponder such as we do? Or will it only drive us insane?....
Birth sign: Pisces
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