To feel the world, you must be open to it,
But opening’s a painful process now;
With risk-taking, the only way’s to do it,
But it’s been years since you’ve forgotten how
You do not feel the air as you inhale it,
You do not see the sun, the moon or stars;
A chance will come, but you will not avail it,
And more of who you were is stored in jars
So don’t remain here, choking off you own voice,
The world is still out there for you to see;
The bitterness you feel – that is your own choice,
You are the person that you chose to be
For sorrow needn’t stay because we age;
New hope can put to sword
Your dying
Rage
I think this every day — before I open my eyes. Jaded. The solution probably isn’t to start a llama farm..
The world needs more llamas. And voles.
A laugh just came out of me that I’ve never heard before!
And thank you for a good reminder… I think a lot of us feel this way.
I know I have.
Lol. Yes.