What happens when life gets hard -
And, you can’t seem to get out.
You look for an out,
But you don’t want out.
You look for an exit,
But you don’t want to exit.
“NO EXIT”
No, exit.

You look around.
Make the rounds.
Circling thoughts.
Thinking about the things you’ve got to do.
Thinking about the things you want to do.
I’ve got things to do.
A life to live.
A life to build.
But, not enough resources.
There’s never enough,
But sometimes there’s too much.

I’ve still got to fall in love.
Ah, there I go,
Making: Much Ado About Nothing.

Of course,
Life doesn’t make us any promises.
You get what you get.
And make do,
With what you get.

Every now,
And then,
You get to smell the wildflowers,
Sweet, citrus, or mint.
You get a hint,
Of happiness.
And you play in the mud.
Or, In the rain
And your hair?
A daring kiss,
From some rays.
You realize there is a sweetness,
To the smell of lemons.

Before and after,
It’s all toil.
Coiling,
Until,
You drop off.

It’s all a play -
Taking stage.
I’ve got a life to make.
I've got plans.

But there's no exit here.
No, exit here.
Nothing seems real.
Nothing is real.
But everything is real.
Too real.

There seems to be no place for playgrounds here.
No playgrounds here.