To mother is to life Here we are at the start of the page no less deranged no less, amicable Knowing less of the world outside No less of the world inside for i was numb But cumbersome and wanderlust Thinking with my toes and not with my brain Wondering if sane is still in style today But what can i know but to focus on the now And the here and after all the diapers and the chasing Theres not much left to do but sit in amazement Created a life, and still creating Wonder if shock gives in to the phasing Of the chapter 2 or 3 or 4 I was such a bore before compared to this I cant run obstacles anymore and catch my breath But think of all the chores And think of all the lines of all the lists that i can permit And those papers and the files, all the secretary Doctor calls, what do i do with my mind at all I cant persist on knowing this that twenty year old mind is gone Its become mature, i have sat at my door and pondered no more Cause the time for pondering stopped and the time for ...
here you will find poems, thoughts, and overall knowledge about the world that i've come across throughout the years just so it doesnt go to waste!