Yes the tub of baths and child's play,
Such a defining moment for me, I must say.
Six years old and so independent,
Yearning for ways to be transcendent.
The reasons for why I locked that door,
Unknown to me and will be forevermore.
If I hadn't and still slipped,
What kind of personality would I be stuck with?
Would I pick myself up after falling?
Would I be so strong to stop my crying,
As I bleed out onto the floor?
Would I ever reach for the door?
At an early age I earned my brass.
I have learned all pain will pass.
I take this memory everyday,
And remember how my paradigm could be different in a way.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
Yes the tub of baths and child's play,
Such a defining moment for me, I must say.
Six years old and so independent,
Yearning for ways to be transcendent.
The reasons for why I locked that door,
Unknown to me and will be forevermore.
If I hadn't and still slipped,
What kind of personality would I be stuck with?
Would I pick myself up after falling?
Would I be so strong to stop my crying,
As I bleed out onto the floor?
Would I ever reach for the door?
At an early age I earned my brass.
I have learned all pain will pass.
I take this memory everyday,
And remember how my paradigm could be different in a way.
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