He shines his diamond rings as the children sing of hate and all the things that brings and takes away the sun from a cloudy day. The hope that is lost and found all in the instance of turning ‘round and coming face to face with the one who thought ahead of pace; and sought forth the blade in which spade a hole right smack in your soul. This reminds me of the time when things on my mind just began to flow out the pen and sow a story of way back when I could remember then and once again I thought of that shadow who knew my name but not where I stood. All that was evil laid down a plot in case someone was caught off guard and forgot what it was like to not be in question. Such things are rarely conjured in the depth of a mind but just sometimes you’ll get to dine with the thoughts of a mime and understand why they do not speak. These ideas should not leak out into the common street for fear of being bleak. No one likes to talk of anger or depression or what’s really the matter. Instead they use an alibi as a designated batter. I do not find this fair for the people who really care. They put effort and their everything just to sympathize with a needy being; only to come out helping nothing except the growing feeling of failure. Back to the song writer and the publisher. He writes music while the other twists his words. He has to meet demands even if it hands the kids a gun and the thought of killing one person out of the passion of influence. You know this feeling. The force that drives all wisdom and previous knowledge to the edge of a moral cliff. It is the feeling of comfort that jumps first. In order to keep with sequence it must quench its thirst. Leaving you alone with all their hands with stones. Closer and closer until no earth is left. Empty space for you to embrace with the flailing hands of falling. The worst part is after you have given in you are still left alive to deal with your situation only this time those with stones even turn their back to you. But hey what can you do? You tried, right? And who is going to blame you? When everyone gives up like this who can really say you did it wrong? They might actually envy the way you avoided what they fell into. They will say things that make you feel like you got the best of the worst and that it is commendable. When did wrong become right? You might as well grow tight with day becoming night and fish taking flight right into the things that causes the man to shine his rings.
