When I'm All Grown Up, Come What

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

She Was Owner And Captive, Both, Of A Bitterly Divided Heart.

In This World, Where We Find Ourselves, We Need Compassion More Than Anything, I Think, Or We Are All Alone.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?