Children dream, it’s their reality, the images they take in, the feelings that they hide, but they face an invasion everywhere. Experts ring the tills, more mourning more to pay their bills, anxiety groups use tragedy in order to gain exposure, victims line the streets wondering which direction to head for, meanwhile the pension dilemma occupies minds, better than wondering about the invasion that occupies the little minds, so many with the answers so little ever done, makes you wonder what is going on, it’s not a judgement or a criticism, it’s just that we promise much yet fail to deliver, and it’s only after a tragedy that the bells go off in the head, maybe something divine is happening well if that’s the case, just imagine a child trying to cope with social media growing pains and that’s just the normal stuff, if those clouds appear real and time is of the essence, it’s time to stop the one direction trek, and start listening before there it is damn all too late, listen, well you do tend to wonder when you read stories written along time ago, and they start to come through, be they songs poems scripture or plain writing, listen. Do you want to encourage the use of chemicals or do you want to curb it, it’s that simple.