Robin Tales

I looked over the table Looked under the chair Oh! Tell me where you hid it Well don’t you play with your hair! I will find it Don’t pretend the game will end ‘cuz I shall take my turn Wait till the sunshine bends Now the darkness follows Fill me in the air Oh! Just tell me You’re hiding me where I just want the night to end And I want the stay The dew drops talk a lot you know For the stories we all play Hear me say what you want to hear Catch the warm blanket ends Let’s escape the world we know ‘Cuz it never ends

Who awaited him? Nobody even wants to see his face. We pray our entire lives only to meet him in our sleep.   We constantly look for reasons to avoid thinking of him. If ever, there happens to be a chance when we’re nearing him, we’re on an instant look out for our loved ones. We begin to think about things we’ve done, things we wanted to do, and things we never wanted. This moment was one of those. It’s staring at us, but none can see it. It’s me. He’s with me, looking at me. The moment I see that look into his eyes I know what he wants. And I now know why I am here. Acceptance would do no good. It only makes me weaker when I stand in front of him, making me look helpless, or rather making him more powerful. Why me, I ask myself. The wickedness he cannot hide is resonant in the fact that he’s here, wanting what does not belong to him. Wanting what never could want to be his. Why me, now I know. My mistake stares at me as he gives me a chance to talk to the one I love, one last time, t