Sidewalks & Broken Clocks

Sometimes the time just isn’t ... the time.
But life carries on despite timing, as it has it’s own clock to abide by.

Sidewalks sing when we’re not around ... because we’re not around, walking all over them as parents and teachers do to “unruly” children who won’t buy into the dream.

I’ll take my dream to go please, my clock is broken and the sun seems to be setting. There’s a place I need to be, where the sidewalks sing all the day and the children play with no regrets.
My heart waits for me there, right where I left it when I was 11 years old.

A mind unfilled with seriousness and endings. Brimming only with laughter
... and a beginning.

~ Jack Piatt