Is This Allowed

Down Here.
Where we hide to get away.
To steal a moment in time and simply exist.
I will take the pressure, relieve it.
What problems could this created world put on us that we cannot escape?
If we try then we will succeed.
So inform me once again of your reasoning.

He has a house,
For the two of them.
A basement and a jungle of a backyard.
An attic with fans for the summer months,
and open windows for the breeze.
A porch with a view,
and berries, blue, black, rasp, and boysen.
Trees with fruit,
and bycicles which he rode at great speeds up and down streets of a distant land.
As a boy,
Far away from home.
But still He was home.

Why then did they not go?
Im not too sure.
So many things got in the way.
Factors,
That can only be factored in,
When other factors,
Act as inhibitors to the task at hand.
Happiness is bliss.
Thots of being held in loving arms,
and embrced by a heart that senses the mood,
and matches it with confidence.
Restoring faith to a hopeless cause.
Love
Not his alone.
Nor hers.
But theirs.

Now when can i push that reset button?
I need the O.K.