Voodoo child

Life is a funny thing. Sometimes, you feel like there's bird poo all over you and any where you look, more bird poo is is thrown over your head. And this is no ordinary bird poo either; it's like the pigeon poo in texture but it's much bigger in size. The size of, say, a monkey's fist. So it's kind of like a paste of pigeon poo thrown at you like snowballs. And it keeps on coming. It's like you're walking in Trafalgar Square and it's raining poop! So anyway, while you're bathing in yellow, life shows you something else. You see a pathway. This pathway is green with grass that's fresh and it smells like an old friend. It's also comfortable and you enjoy walking on it..you know sometimes when you sit in your lawn or in a park, you feel comfortable and glad that you did sit in your lawn, rather than the couch in front of a TV, after four years or so. So you get the feeling I'm talking about. So you walk very slowly, savoring the feeling of the freshly manicured and familiar blades of grass; it's that feeling of walking down memory lane: bittersweet. You may even smile and cherish the moment - for you know, it won't last forever. But it's nice to know that that grassy pathway will be around when you need it.