When I wake, the morning is there…waiting for me to step upon the road that has been prepared for me.

Shall it be paved….oh how lucky would I be.

No, today’s road is uneven and full of rocks with razor sharp edges, ready to slice me wide open at the slightest wrong move….and I don’t have shoes.

Why must my I fight everyday, while others walk though soft green fields of grass; the kind that don’t even itch when you lay down and make imaginary figures from the clouds passing by.

I used to do that when I was younger; when life was simple; chocolate milk and peanut butter sandwiches…

Now the milk is sour; and the bread is stale


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