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