Sitting in a room that is vibrating with stress:
Individuals biting their nails, pulling at their hair, forcing their sleepy eyes to remain open…
Hoping for time to freeze, if only for a second, a minute, an hour, a day, or forever.
But the clock bell tower rings promptly every hour.
Time goes on and on and on.
The only thing to do is accept reality: Life doesn’t wait for anybody.
Things happen whether we’re ready for them, or not.
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life — It goes on.” – Robert Frost
Lying wide awake, eyes popping, burning with anger and helplessness.
She says -” Life is everything but fair.”
Dreams of freedom and ease and peace at the least,
are just that…illusions that tear
Up the present situations, and hope slowly falls
Falls to pieces, shatters like her favorite porcelain doll
And the hot tears are the same, through the years they remain –
Loss of direction, loss of affection
They relieve the pain, and attract even more –
Dreams dreams dreams, and she’s sleeping soundly.
Only to wake up to another day…
The beautiful disaster knows awfully well-
Up and away lie streets of silver and gold.
Up and away, dreams of streets of silver and gold.