Strong and tight

Anyone’s plight

So, go and be…

The Earth is open, makes for all some temp time. 
Long is the succubus of the babe in its arms.
Time then stalks the pale of purpose to yawn.

This is it; groans the tyke?
Why oh dear; why do I tick.
This mystery does, must, should, relent!
I am full of earths bounty but where am I.

Boon bought me but can not keep me.
There I pause to take stock, a break from mother breast.
Unplugged I am free but only to brief repose.
Later we will tie up again untill my torment I still.

Makes my drive, to view,it buys to treasure of my own will.
To stay a being just like you...
Alter the fact I still matter past any control.
Yes, I am me and that will be.


Pictures note, we do not in any sense consider these thoughts to be literal however we wish that you could borrow them and personify or make sense of some of your struggles and be able to laugh at the end of the day and have a name to dismiss the torment that may come from the cloud of your troubles.