Sunriding Dreams
A post about Sunriding dreams
There is so much cruelty in the world, we all could do with a little kindness. Sometimes every where and sometimes a little too close to home - you hear about a child ... he didn't get to go home. A little one who could not take it 'no more'.
And the ghost of an abandoned past rises up like bile, while you try to push down the acrid bite. To remember - a little self, whose hand nobody wanted to hold, amidst the chaos and the demons, all you felt was a little more cold.
A chain of events that led to more and more, because if it could be once, maybe also then the times could be four. People freely labelled - attention seeker, drama, a delusional child - while happiness drowned further through the divide. Illogical anger and psychotic break downs, furthered a reputation built on a sore.
Today a million miles away sunriding on dreams, nothing hurts but the fact that no one believed.
Mislabeled, misjudged - the helpless child you were. Remembering now, and remembering more - that an ugly child is nothing but an ungrateful, malicious vengeful little whore. For once my friends leave aside the preconceived notions - stay on for a while, if you see a child lacking a smile.
There is so much cruelty in the world, we all could do with a little kindness. Sometimes every where and sometimes a little too close to home - you hear about a child ... he didn't get to go home. A little one who could not take it 'no more'.
And the ghost of an abandoned past rises up like bile, while you try to push down the acrid bite. To remember - a little self, whose hand nobody wanted to hold, amidst the chaos and the demons, all you felt was a little more cold.
A chain of events that led to more and more, because if it could be once, maybe also then the times could be four. People freely labelled - attention seeker, drama, a delusional child - while happiness drowned further through the divide. Illogical anger and psychotic break downs, furthered a reputation built on a sore.
Today a million miles away sunriding on dreams, nothing hurts but the fact that no one believed.
Mislabeled, misjudged - the helpless child you were. Remembering now, and remembering more - that an ugly child is nothing but an ungrateful, malicious vengeful little whore. For once my friends leave aside the preconceived notions - stay on for a while, if you see a child lacking a smile.
