Night fall

The day is over, the time of play has come to an end
it is time little children to come back in the house

The sun shines no more, the birds have gone silent
the hustle and troubles of the day have come to an end

Sleep now little children and forget the cares you had
Everything is quiet now, all are at peace

It is dark outside,
Night has fallen

I am what you think me to be
there is nothing else apart from how you choose to see me

there is no real me
only the perception you are most willing to accept

random words of 'wisdom' pt 2
trust isnt a commodity to be traded in when the whim pleases
like respect it has to be earned and built upon

never give either away

random words of 'wisdom'
you cannot make a person change
even/especially if its for their own good

the older you get the more you learn when to tolerate and accept people for who they are and when it's time to just walk away