Tid for utsikt

Tid for tanker

"Is this the little girl I carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

I don't remember growing older

Day by day!

When did she get to be a beauty?

When did he get to be so tall?

Wasn't it yesterday

When they were small?

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly flow the days

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears"

Tid for frust

Jeg går og jeg går. Jeg stanger hue i vegger både her og der og jeg får ikke til det jeg vil.
Jeg skal levere et resultat men mangler verktøyet for å få gjort det.
*sukk*
Jeg trenger fri fra problemer!
*sukk*