Restless. I rest less for tomorrow.
I think about foundations and grassroots and consequence.
I fret and worry, even though I’m 'laid back'.
Tutting and muttering at the errors of mankind, to which I
belong.
Why do we act on impulse and not on responsible thought?
And when, even if we do think, do we fall into playing it
safe and not acting at all?
I release you Responsibility.
I give you your chance to run and fly.
But if you fall back down like a lead balloon,
I will have to own
you and carry you around.
Days of the future are tinted with sun-kissed gold.
A time where there is no worry or repercussion
Where children hide and give way to laughter when found
Where the air is tickled with promise.
I will try to rest more and trust that with every new day
seeds have been sown
I know that I will smile once more.
26/10/15
