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peaceful_dreamer Member
since 2003-04-25
Posts 159SoMeWhErE oVeR tHe RaInBoW |
Our spirits are trapped in the essence of childhood. Would we ever go back, if we could? It's not the wind that's moving those swings, It's the younger part of us, I believe. All of our childhoods are trapped in the park, Running and playing invisibly, until it grows dark, We sing and we laugh with no responsibility, We all once had that ability. But now we look at that park and sigh, And think 'I wish I could go back, just one more time' You were waiting your turn to cross the monkey bars, Now you're waiting your turn to cross the intersection, in your new car. You were sliding down the slide with your hands in the air, now You're sliding into a job, trying to care. Your childhood, however, is not lost You're still running around, with out a cost. The kid in us is running around, playing, at the park across the street, While you're looking at the park, sipping a drink. You don't see any children there, you see the swings move forth and back. Just remember it's you over there on one of the swings, moving it forth and back. Our spirits are trapped in the essence of childhood… It's not the wind that's moving those swings… It's all of us, playing gracefully. We're trapped in the park. there are 2 ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it. -unknown |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is probably true. None of us ever entirely lose the child in us. Joyce |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good write, i enjoyed this |
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