Like when words kill
Your school boy enthusiasm.
No venturing beyond that perimeter fence;
No soccer on the lush and inviting manicured lawns.
Play is good but here’s the limit.
The super ego chuckles with bubbly schadenfreude:
I told you.
Never was a waste of time, or moments, or energy, or feelings, or laughs, or thoughts, or even love.
This universe wastes nothing –
All things get spent,
And then recycled.
Copyright ©November 21, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.
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