Hold on to what you have.
You see, their behaviour may change
but their nature never will.

You have to pull a rabbit
out of the hat.
Yes it has, it has come down to that.

You need to turn your filter on,
let the others soldier on,
while you put up your protective screen.

The time is now to roll up your sleeves
and start digging in the dirt before you go all in
and lose your shirt.

You flip-flop like a fish on dry land.
You want someone, anyone
to fix it but nobody can.

You're a drunk, hung over an abyss
that is his life.. Does he let go,
or continue to nurse his hangover.

You're like a walking stick fashioned from a giant Oak,
oh the irony, never to attain its former glory.
Now propping up an elderly man who has seen better days.


And what about the days you get so stressed over the smallest of things.
You jump from the frying pan into the fire.
The gulf between your Creator and you getting longer, deeper, higher.

Some one said, it is in vain to attempt
to keep a secret from one who has the right to know.
Best to head on down the road, whistling blow wind blow.

You hold my hand out to receive her heart.
We never got along too well
but this is a much better start, me and her bleeding heart.