Chapter 55
Any Time
Sometimes the inner self
Screams out to be heard
The mind grows tired, weak and weary
Emotions boil over when not stirred
Lonely people need to hear
Good things sometimes not meaningless pity
Imagine if all people said someone
Was ugly instead of beautiful or pretty
They would hurt them to no end
To praise someone specific
With sweet pleasant thoughts
Should be something terrific
Everything is make believe anyway
We only chose to live certain realities
Where we get stuck at in life
Are really only technicalities
Look around, what is the point
Life is simple like this very rhyme
We follow along for the payoff
Then realize it can end anytime
Nobody