This is not a chapter it is a riddle.
It's not about what you might think
Freya Crossley
Fighting for no reason
Running from their fears
Enjoying every second
Youthful soles being taken away
Acting like it's normal
Crushing hopes and dreams
Ruthless people not playing by the rules
Observant people have the edge
Snakes like to listen to music
Shaking from the cold
Lying down dead as a do do
Etching for the next second
Youthful soles are all gone
Is it possible that they are wrong?
Slight chance, perhaps?
Fighting like it is a game
Actually it is a game
Yellow trees and blue grass
Elephants like the sun
Shooting stars are just destroyed planets
Tuna is a fish
Waiting for the next game
I think I might know why
Nelly will become very important
Silly you might think
Is it you that thinks you would be better?
Sally doesn't know
Thinking you would fight back?
Elephants are my friends
Really you think you are strong
Snakes can kill
Her life is in your hands
Eels are in the town I live
I think you would be just as weak as them
Suzzie
They say the light has to shine through, but it doesn't
Holly Jolly
Enter you own thoughts if you wish
Acupuncture sounds sore
V knows what to do if you want to join
Only problem is if you are to scared
Xylophones
I promise this poem isn't about what you think, if you figure it out don't spoil it, although I doubt you will
