Nothing comes to view as they careen down avenues of puzzled mazes.
Daintily stepping off of sidewalks in life, ideas gingerly pop in and out, trying to rearrange and set alternate routes to straighten out morning processes of thoughts.
Weakly holding on as the bus of creativeness charges in, using a lot of imagination to challenge the day’s crossword puzzle of logic and daily routine.
Watching idleness of play with jealous envy, stifled in the heat of reality.
Solace at the rendition of all life as I encase myself in a container, flying, soaring, above earth without a care in the universe.
Nothing seems to be in synch no matter what I do or think.Always trying to exercise my mind and body – my mind responds, yet my body is slower than before and doesn’t seem to want to move like it used to.
never do show up.Lifting eyes heavenward, hoping to hear yourvoice, yet there’s nary a whisper in response.
Wandering lanes of nature throughout days ofstrife, fastening onto nature’s fortitude andgrace as I listlessly walk forward into God’sgraceland above.
Watching other people, imitating them in ordinaryways, causes even the sternest person to grin orcrack a smile in spite of themselves.Isn’t it great to have little children expandingour worlds of reality with some fun?
