a white parade of beach road garden

... forlorn....and the waiting... the freedom, the free..and the time..., oh so much time.. and yet time is short...but yet time is slow..... And the walk that stopped. And the wait for nothing. Because time don't, that's why they do. And so, it is...do every single one need to? No. What happen to dreams? "what happened to my sweet toddlers?" where is god's love? oh where are the meadows of life that so frequently fragrantly light up people's sky? Where is our sky? where is our one time sky that life righteously entitled us like we are equal? they are classed, as they , we join the white parade..a line of wisdom ....accompanying the beach road garden...be those of wisdom, know. be those of wisdom come prepared, light us, learn us..and lest be trying to not be like us. For in wisdom, this is sad. Oh sad.... a one time chance, and it falls like this....as the parade renews....diseased and incomplete...and so a tale. unimportant. so strange...no ones believes in the white parade..yet so did the white parade.