LIFE CAN BE A BATTLEFIELD
Sometimes life is a battlefield
We fight with the spouse, the neighbors, the kids
Who are we angry at?
Stupid mistakes, we all make
Some many, some a few, all to blame
Smiles are not often, tears run like the open stream
So we suit up, put on our armor
Hurt within, sometimes that overwhelms us all
What are we missing? Where does the logic lie?
What small ingredient is left out of our composition?
Too much to think about, too many options to choose
Easier to shove it to the back of the mind
Treat it as though we have resolved the conflict
Forget it, start anew
Or do we?

Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 1/23/2009 11:45:48 AM
I love your thoughts! Keep them coming

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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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What are we really angry at? (OR WHO)
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