Some times things are better left unsaid.
Life has been astray. Inner thoughts are floating soullessly.
Clock is, however ticking. Still, they seek meekly of god’s benevolence. Oh dear lord. Have mercy.
Things happen not just by serendipity.
Much as the cartoon world helps delude reality, fact is fact.
Raindrops erode tarred road, newly tarred road.
Words fused are tangled.
An abridged mind speaks, of shortened emotions.
