Mom, make sure you get me in the picture. Am I in it? Now be sure the flowers are looking. The one in the middle blinks a lot so be sure to take a couple photos. OK, how do they look. Did you get a good one? Well, take 7 more just in case. Mom, you need to tell us when to be ready. I was in the middle of talking. Ok, ready now! She blinked again, didn't she?
So, when I wake up tomorrow is the world still going to be divided? Will his story be more truthful than hers? Will he be right and he over there be wrong? What about my story? The one left untold? I hear adults say, "There are 2 sides to every story." How can this be when there are 7.6 billion stories be written everyday? I don't believe there are sides. There is no being on the same page. It is impossible. Maybe instead of trying to prove our truths, we should stick to just living them while respecting the ones we'll never really understand.
"So, why don't people play when they are old?"
"They get busy with numbers and proving that they are valuable. It is sad. It happens to the medium humans also."
"Why do humans put their wheels on the grass and hurt it?"
"They believe the world is theirs and they believe grass is beneath them."
"Why do humans hide in their homes away from the light?"
"I think they are tired from counting the numbers."
"If the humans are tired, why not rest outside rather than inside?"
"I think they are hiding from something, but I have yet to find out what that is."
Just around the corner
Up there on the right
Is either something beautiful
Or something of a fright
What you expect to see
Is really up to you
Why not choose a rainbow
Rather than something that will make you blue.
Hang in there. Everything will be OK.
"Did you know that the slower you go the more you'll be and the more you be the more you live which probably means you'll live longer. Try it with me!"
