Time in and time out, always in a rush trying to do everything all at one time, never slowing down to see the smoke and fire they are starting. The signs always pointing in the right direction, but you always want to go the wrong opposite way. Trying to prove that your way is always right, but is sadly wrong!
With smoke riseing like a cigarette burning, as I watch, I wonder how much more it will take before, like all sparks in a dry forest, set into flames and the end will leave destruction and pain.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Time in and time out, always in a rush trying to do everything all at one time, never slowing down to see the smoke and fire they are starting. The signs always pointing in the right direction, but you always want to go the wrong opposite way. Trying to prove that your way is always right, but is sadly wrong!
With smoke riseing like a cigarette burning, as I watch, I wonder how much more it will take before, like all sparks in a dry forest, set into flames and the end will leave destruction and pain.
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