Been a while
The bickering, the jealousy, the ego
Like a kitten’s ball of wool
Rolling up and down
With strings untangling
Leading to the next day, anniversary
Makes you want to come back to the first thread in the end.
We are all guilty of a mistake,
That is why a mother
Loves her kid unconditionally
To give the kid a chance to love and accept another human being
While still innocent.
Growing up is nothing if not a heavy tread
That starts swiftly
With one small step after the other
In the house you grew up in
Running and hiding away here and there
From the ghosts next room that go under the bed at night.
The ghost stays around long after you stop running away from it
Even if it is locked inside your childhood room
Louder as each step gets bigger
The critique is always there.
To make it count.
From the person whom you love the most
There are shields
No shell in the world can break
With no breaking points.
A challenge some take on
Or a given they rely on.
This is the part
Where everything goes.
The routine begins.
Ordinary beings doing ordinary things
With no decisions to be made.
The end everybody dreads.
Uncontrollable force of nature some call a stage
What choice can we talk of
Except for the dirtiest hand baring it all?
Otherwise, it is the existence of a common threat
Even if you are the best player in the world.