Little Girl
Little girl, you are in a whirl, building walls, confusing goals.
Little girl, in bed you curl, teary pearl, like paying toll.
Won’t be long till you feel wrong, pain extended and prolonged.
Gliding through your life’s song, stand among, like King of Kong.
Little girl, you’re not so little, can’t be lost, or weak, or brittle,
Feels like boomerang to fetal form, and mind is un-reformed.
Uninvolved and scrupulated, haven’t popped, and yet elated,
Dated, rather unrelated. Stated thoughts and now hated.
Re-examined. Comprehended, that it’s time to simply end it.
Blended thoughts were born, and truth hurts, like an infected tooth.
Ruthless concepts and ideas switched to vaya, con, and dios.
Yes, it’s time to just move on. Doesn’t mean that you condone
Worlds emerged from others’ deeds, but it’s better than misfits running round,
So unwound, and demand your duty-bound dedication to a cause.
I’ve regressed again, of course.
Back to changes implemented. When you did it, yes, you meant it.
In that moment, feelings rented to your anger.
Longer, fun, as if a banger, resonating like a ringer.
You’re not only simply mad due to being disregarded.
Feelings warded, gestures guarded. To your life you’re slightly tarded.
Is it time to just announce to the world you’re like a mouse?
In your own you’re a giant, incomplete, but still defiant,
Self-reliant, uncompliant, nimble, simple, like a lion.
When you stumble, you slow down, lose your ground, lost and found.
Yet, your future undetermined, while you go round and round.
Maybe time to just rewind and embrace the constant grind.
Maybe time to live a little, happiness can be so brittle.
Maybe time to look within, life can only be so mean.
And embrace the hate and love. Wait. I think I wrote enough.
