Dec 21, 2008

growing up

there, in the soft mud
i saw it sprouting,
the seed of a being
rooted to it's cause (of)
-binding freedom-

in its undaunted existence.

the harp and the arrow
failed to shelter,
for fear is hard to kill
and killing is feared no more
in the by-lanes of life
walking brave this time.

2 comments:

Amiya said...

Nice cryptic almost like the bitter pill.( I have a bad cold)

BUT I SHALL NEVER GROW UP
HOWSOEVER........

eddies said...

take care, get well soon