This world most often seems not made for me, for I feel like I run at opposing different speeds. I seem to thrive when swimming upriver yet fall flat on my face when it's time, it feels, to rest on one's Laurels a minute to catch your breath and think of the next. I always thought my life would be like a short little segment and perhaps it's becoming a longer segment, and always I hope that it will be at least the way we understand it, a line.
No comments:
Post a Comment