Times are strange
so are the arranged
Folks just cannot wait
for a better date

Hustle and Bustle of unknowing truth
Yelling and insolence are not on the mind
Those words are spoken as tradtion

Morals are forgotten
Capitals the marker
Relations are closed
even if you proposed

The lack of insight
will lead a fight
those that are nice
are forced to scrap

Wrestle the winds that hold you back
Only embrace what your mind can bring
bare only what you heart can suffer

Gentleman crossed
all the woman lost
everything they had
minds were all blurring

we inhaled the lies
and told you not to cry
but to hold your ties
to check away the sighs

My thoughts are my words
my words are placed aside
while I try to look inside