A Head Full Of Songs And Promises

Sometimes the days seem to fall over themselves in their hurry to pass. You look up and notice a week has gone by whilst you were otherwise engaged. You never expected your life to disappear this fast. It seems only moments since you shrugged off that loathed school uniform for the last time and prepared for all your dreams to come true.

Now you watch your own child shrugging off her old uniform too as she prepares to walk down the road of her own life, away from you. You want to warn her to be careful; of her dreams, how they shatter all too easily on the hard surface of that road. You want to tell her to hold on to them so tight and not to let go of a single one.

You know though that she is not listening, just as you weren’t listening either when you were that age. You too had a head full of songs just like the ones she is singing as she walks away from you. You too were walking towards a world full of promise and many new bright dawns, without a thought for all you left behind.

You sigh and realise that maybe she is right, after all. Walking away with a head full of songs and promises is far better than looking back to see you standing amongst all your ruins of what could have been.

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