Footprints in the sand;
Silhouettes to children's souls;
Silhouettes to children's souls;
Among the playgrounds shadow,
The wind distracts my balance upon a lonesome swing…
And I am now thus in a daze…
Nothing can control how much I fall from grace;
To land on sand as smooth as marble…
And those leaves that flutter in timeless ways;
Upon the sands of time endlessly…
Humming to music as always;
Like dancing to no music – simultaneously,
The matter of fact that silence is scary to the heart, soul and mind;
Fatally,
I am discovered in a way,
Rather than misplaced…
Searching for the truth in the middle of the day,
And receiving no answers; bewilders my mind…
Why do I care to search for anything the least bit mindful?
Almost as though I have physically been engulfed by my playground;
Yet it does not belong to me -
It brings to me grandeur thoughts of life…
