(UN)TAMED

Daddy thought
She's just a chirpy little girl;
She should be left alone.
Mother thought
She’s daddy's little girl;
Better let her be.
Everyone thought
This one is unusual:  
She’s best left alone.

She thought nothing
She was just a child.
And time passed ...

Now
Daddy’s gone,
Mother is gone too,
Everyone is but a shadow
She’s all grown up
And she’s met the world.
They were right, she thinks  
She was best left alone,
But was she?

Missing Something?

To my mind, to miss something is to long for that thing; from what is gone before.

If that's the case, then I miss very few things indeed.  I don't even miss my happy childhood for I have no urge to be a child again; nor do I want my childhood to catch up with me today. Now that's quite an interesting thought. Never quite thought of it this way till now.

I guess if I long for anything, it must be what could have been; and as what could have been never was, I couldn't possibly be missing it. So suppose I was ... am, "missing" something, that thing must be, could be, should be (in) the future. Alas to reach it!