And it all goes back to childhood....

Cardboard Filing Boxes
It is the chaos I find most difficult to survive. If only
Every day
There was a place to go for a little quiet. If only
Every day
I could take an afternoon nap.

I have a few dreams, and in them I aspire to bring myself all together into one thing.
To tie it all in means to cry a little, on average, to feel all of that again.
I'm not sure I will ever be strong enough. I don't think I want it in that
Impossible to ignore driving force kind of a way.
Part of my challenge is complacency.

I have left my life in Hansel and Gretel like pebbles behind me, and I am still waiting for the moon to rise and show the way home.
As I stare at the fire in the woods, I wonder what figure in my life led me here and
Why I walked so willingly along the way.
Sometimes I am half convinced I was born into this place, with all those chapters closed in the distance, and that sums it all up in a language I almost understand.


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I actually reread "Hansel and Gretel" so that I could make an accurate reference. If you wish to reread as well, check this out: http://www.mordent.com/folktales/grimms/hng/hng.html