i walk the earth with eyes of a newborn
the cynic speaks from time to time
we've constructed an elaborate fantasy
realities that cater to our egos
make us feel safe
in a package of bubble wrap
riding the wind of the cyclone
it is forgotten the at the core
it is still a ride
dipping high and low
meant to be enjoyed with laughs and tears.
time confuses the senses
events wreaks havoc on time
a baby enters a room
and for a brief second
we remember what it's really about
then life breaks the thought
and it's back to business of the usual.
