Stuck in realization

 It was start of small feet

Starting of growing and learning

They read all laws and facts

All were fine till then

As the time not came when

They were liberals, like outsretched wings

They were out in dreams, and in gardens

Nothing sounds that bore then

Busy as a bee then

No need to plea then

And turning the leafs when

knowing the time has reached

So early, too soon

Eyes are not opening

Heart is not tendering

Collapsing like broken planes

Slipped from their sights

Laws are shattered and facts not straight

Now is wrong something

And it means a lot to them

But time is not out yet

Pulling and rolling all threads around hands

Stucked in fruitition jets

Flyings so high again

Willing to try again

Stucked in realization

They are stucked in realization again….