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Coming on in leaps and bounds surveying all that he surrounds banging on his playpen nearly knocking it over again think he’s gone to big for that thing maybe a hang from the door swing I got him a walker he just sits still becomes a talker it seems that once he’s given the freedom no longer wants it, more secure in his kingdom maybe its out of his comfort zone? makes him feel lost and alone Is this the same for all of us banging the walls, making a fuss if our every wish was granted would we suddenly feel stranded? if we live without hope pretty soon we run out of scope we need something to rebel against otherwise our thoughts are filled with angst
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Comfort Zone
Coming on in leaps and bounds surveying all that he surrounds banging on his playpen nearly knocking it over again think he’s gone to big for that thing maybe a hang from the door swing I got him a walker he just sits still becomes a talker it seems that once he’s given the freedom no longer wants it, more secure in his kingdom maybe its out of his comfort zone? makes him feel lost and alone Is this the same for all of us banging the walls, making a fuss if our every wish was granted would we suddenly feel stranded? if we live without hope pretty soon we run out of scope we need something to rebel against otherwise our thoughts are filled with angst
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
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