.::The Kids::.


I think too much,
I analyse too much,
I try to find meaning,
I try to find purpose.

All the while it's there,
starring me hard in the eyes.
The simplicity of life,
comforting the cries.

In the end it's selfish,
to assume I'm alone.
They're here with me,
in my other home.

There's nothing more to it,
it's not like I'm condemned.
My life is long over,
it now belongs to them.