Once upon a time
I would stare through the injured heart of my family
With faiths of a passionate shepherd and eyes of an avid observer,
Though most of times I’d cry from within but hold back my tears,
I only wished things could have been much different!
I would give an intent look at the incommodious patterns
As life unfolds to lay into us its mephitic taints!
But it wasn’t for me to find solutions, was it?
I’d only wish I was a little bit older to involve myself in serious decisions!