Sometimes, what we have left are regrets.
Indeed they don't come first.
But living without getting pressed
is tantamount to a horrifying quest.
The girl was running down the road,
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"
There are instances when children ask you a difficult question that seemed so easy to answer but takes a lifetime to provide one.
What is the difference between—
A double-edged sword;
A loaded riffle and;
A sharp tongue?
Have you met her?
The girl whose thoughts—
are kept hidden in her bright neurons.
The lady whose character—
is concealed deep in her bone marrows.
The woman whose actions—
are disguised at the tip of her fingers.
Tell me about her.
For a certain question—
there is no exact answer.
And there are questions—
that always remain unanswered.
Do you think you can handle me?
I can’t even handle myself.
Oh dearie me!
What a shame!