Monday, 10 April 2017

In the park

In the park

I feel like I am rising.
In a way I never rose before.
My life and I are walking down a park full of roses.
We are happy and are enjoying every second.
And sometimes we pass anxiety but we continue walking.
He will not hold us back.
And sometimes we pass Boredom but we keep walking.
He won’t hold us back
And sometimes we pass jealousy.
She will not hold us back.
All the stones on the way will conquered.
Even though the lights are low and we don’t know exactly where the path is taking us, we feel safe.