Friday, June 4, 2010
Sometimes you have to leave the daily grind,
And go far back,
To find the peace you left behind.
Sometimes you have to get down,
From the lofty thoughts in your head,
And cuddle those old toys in your bed.
Sometimes to find your space,
You have to retrace,
That old path down the memory lane.
Sometimes it's best to admit,
That though you did not think so ,
But it's always good to be home again.