Too tired to walk,
too tired to run.
Too tired of missing days in the sun.
Too tired to fight,
too tired to crawl.
Too tired of banging his head on the wall.
.....sometimes the things we hold most dear restrain us in ways we never thought they would....
....every spirit breaks.... it is only the weight that varies.
Wander well little ones.... wander where it is warm and the sun shines bright overhead. Wander where birds sing and the world is full of free wonder and careless delights....
damn the light that sears my eyes.