Childish things

playground slide

Holding on to youth too long Is like trying to climb up a hot slide, All it gets you are burnt fingers and a blister. Let go, grow up, you’re all wrong. Get off the playground ride, The Game of Life has no winner, And you ain’t the Red Rover anchor.

Quest for answers

light at the end of a tunnel

A journey of discovery Love, self, security Quest for an elusive grail A vessel worthy of bearing Each virtue in equal measure Pilgrimage into the unknown Searching for the unattainable Fellow travelers follow the same path Helping, hindering, hoping To find their own enlightenment Bandits and cutpurses Obstacles and hurdles Unmarked forks in the road … Continue reading Quest for answers