I am a pouty, selfish, helpless, bratty child
If you were walking along
And happened upon a stone
Would you let it perturb you?
Could it get in your way?
Would you be bothered by it?
Would you walk around
The large obstruction?
Or sit there
Would you pout
Would you cry
Would you stare
With a sigh
I am at that impasse
A point that’s hard to cross
Yet I don’t cross it
I let a stone
A simple stone
Get in my way
I must fight back
I will find a way.
maria court said,
June 30, 2007 at 10:34 pm
love it! i wonder how many people feel this way , at times, probobly alot!!