the child walks with mom holding her hand, unaware of what life could have in store for her.
unaware of heart ache and stress, skipping along free.
time passes and will also tell what will happen to that innocent little child.
lost souls wandering aimlessly, searching for who or what they are, lost by the confusion
this life throws our way.
when we're young we know the way, but life deters us from that as we age till we're endlessly
searching, crying, and dying.
it sets us up for defeat many times, some of which we need in order to learn
others we don't need and it pushes us further away from the way.
more and more time passes and we get pushed further and further away
till we're lost, aimlessly wandering like a lost child searching for it;s mother
experience will sometimes leave you in a cloud of dust and when you finally
clear your eyes, it;s almost too late and for some it is too late.
apparently this wasn't ever finished and upon rereading it
i decided it was fine just as it is.
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