Love Makes You a Therapist

We keep on running along , headlong and barefoot, up this highway of broken bones, and though we’ve developed some really thick skin, this trek is just not comfortable and who designed this pavement?

We just wanna get there, and then there, but, this trip is always so painful and I’m hoping I’m not the only one thinking that this is just not it.

I’m tired of ignoring this way of getting around; why would anybody approve this? Must’ve been a lot left out of the brochure.

Hey, look at that woman- why is she so happy? Hey, she’s on the grass! What th?- Is that legal? Hey, she’s motioning us over onto the grass- I don’t know about this! Don’t tell the gov’t.

Oh wow! It’s soft and natural and it’s growing right along where I thought I had to go!

She’s walking up to me. Yes, it does feel better and good. Thanks for the hug and thanks for your heads-up about using the grass.

There she goes, waving more people off the bone road.

This is cool grass- every step I take on it makes it thicker. Not what I thought it would be like.

This feels so good! And I’m getting there with a smile and hey, Johnny! You gotta come try this! And hey you! Check out this green area. Nice! Hey, thanks again, lady, for the tip! Let’s go tell those limpers over there to hop off to the side and get happy feet.  I can’t believe this grass was always here!

Oh, no problem, glad to help. Here’s my number- call me if you need anything. And if you have someone you need help explaining this to, call me about that too. See you around!