Oh, How You Could

Oh,

how

you

could

think

that

certain

people

have

it

so

rough

that

you

would

never

be

able

to

live

one

mile

in

their

shoes

with

their

problems

is

beyond

me

.

Oh,

how

you

could

constantly

fail

to

recognise

the

tragedy

building

up

inside

us

at

every

turn

of

the

way,

at

every

tick

and

tock

of

the

timer

is

beyond

me

.

Oh,

how

you

could

forget

that

every

life

is

an

alarm

clock

set

and

waiting

to

pounce

spring-loaded

on

the

very

peaceful

sleep

of

life

.

.

.

~Lightning last night, burnt grasses this morning.

Love,

Digress.