Climbing back up the ladder again and again, but this time not looking down. Reachable rooftops lead to leaping tall buildings–though seldom by most, in that one single bound.
Deadlines are special, alarms going off; shaking and waking the sleeper. He lolls in the comfort and safety of home, but ventures no further–how sad! Time tick-tocks away from the best of us; just think what it does to the rest. I’m learning, I’m learning, I’m learning to do. I’m trying harder to be.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology