Why can't I just allow you to overtake me
Why do I put you in a box
with all the shoulds and would haves
and responsibilities
Sometimes when I quiet my mind you escape briefly
Twirling in the snowflakes
laughing in the rain
and whispering to the trees
Suddenly worry overtakes
and I lock you back in the box
For this is a material world and there is no time for "fantasy"
Only time for making money and doing "grown- up" things
The funny thing is all these things make more sense
when I am allowing you to be free~