The tears of the red, yellow, black, brown and white man are all the same, why is that hard to look past to see.
Where all news is an exaggeration of life, but really just a fact, that some, if not all love to lie, weird? Yes!
Coming to play that the only exercise some people get is jumping to conclusions, running down their friends, side-stepping responsibility, and pushing their luck!
And nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely, but again, that would be the need of some ears to open up.
Where laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face, casting faded shadows of the yearâ€™s former, and brighten the imminent.
Where; one fails forward toward success, and becoming nothing but a success in failing not to repeat it.
Having heard a rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near, granting a wish of something that is far deep in the mind, that is need to be reached out.
Having someone as volunteer firemen do it for free! Because someone else life is worth more.
And where off from there, the fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad. But the bonding also made up for it.
Wishing for all, on other sides of life, to know that any kind of beauty is power; a smile is its sword. Strike when you have them.
As to know an ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship, for youâ€™re only trying to save them.
While somewhere else, people would find a fast is better than a bad meal. Having thoughtful to choose starvation over, than slowly choking of poison soaked within the meats.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. And when that it, tries to fight back, it is best to floor away from it.
And driving is a one option, over the other choice, flying, where there are only two emotions in a plane: Â boredom and terror. Coming down to it, having boredom and winds whipping around you, sound much better, than screaming terror!
While cracking jokes on such things, as asking oneself to another; do vegetarians eat animal crackers? And if they donâ€™t, do they free them into the wild?
Along adding of how beer and Rugby are more or less synonymous. As they complete each other in some way.
Maybe retracting to something simple, as any man can be a father. Â It takes someone special to be a dad. And how few pull through to do it right.
Going back to how things were, as subtle times where fear is a darkroom where negatives develop. And positives come when you finally leave the darkroom.
Reaching for something, but, somehow it never let the hand you hold, hold you down. Keeping in place and wasting time that is needed.
Knowing that as you drive on, free of everything, noticing as you pass things, wondering out loud, of such as how a single rose can be my garden . . . a single friend, my world. With the laughers of another echoing by you, joking along, and agreeing.
Coming to how it is said that the present is pregnant with the future, but what does make the past? A family member: or a foe?
That is true, as to a gambler is nothing but a man who makes his living out of hope. And never finding true meaning of what hope really is.
Seconds to say our whole life is solving puzzles, taking it one piece at a time to solve, leaving what couldnâ€™t be done to those are left to solve it.
Coming-up to another thing, which the man who forgives is far stronger than the man who fights, and knowing when it is time to back away from a losing battle, you meant to win.
Wondering how the people back home, maybe the little one are having great ideas, just not knowing that great ideas need landing gear as well as wings.
Could have reached the moment of drunkest that God is the perfect poet, but the delivering is off to some, where it soon becomes misleading.
Out of know where, the friend could shout to the world, meaning only to have an open ear to hear it, as he says; I soon found out you can’t change the world. Â The best you can do is to learn to live with it.
Returning back with that you forget your opponents; always play against par. And in the real winner is still lost.
The friend; coming to the notion of how unemployment is capitalism’s way of getting you to plant a garden, because they lack the tack to be honest.
With the other wishing of how a father lives after death in his son, when the son wanted to do with the man from the start of hatred.
And when night comes closer, the paranormal, you can’t pick and choose. It’s all or nothing. And a scream is somewhat a good aftermath.
Where else in the world from the, change always comes bearing gifts. But the gifts barely make the change needed.
Having both knows, not just others, but themselves, as they could end up saying; we are imperfect. Â We cannot expect perfect government. Leaving only reason to travel and forget as much as one can.
When before summers, as teachers who prove a point of grammar stops at love, and at art. But it makes up from all of us looking like fools. Even for such a short time.
Or how one could remember the elders of blood laughing when proving of their spoken words; my grandkids believe I’m the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too.
Coming and enlighten of pure praise the bridge that carried you over, but the road keeps going.
Well else where some could think even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. For: it just becomes small and hiding from thieves.