Silence is deafening with signs of impending betrayal...importance is lost with growth from a fake sun...words of a plastic prophet are taken as gospel with followers of the weak...loneliness becomes an ally...winds of change can be felt as Remembrance sweeps the corners of your mind...nonetheless life is better as the moon shadows dance to a different drum...only time holds the answer to what lies ahead...fullness of oneself is rendered in  opinion and reflects on the world through a rose colored mirror. Heed...I think loudly...but the weak can not heed or read the mind and only take the word of the foolish one...