So cause and effect is all fine and dandy and a rope may come in ever so handy... till you take up the slack and do come to find… just what was I hanging onto all this time.
So I sit and I smile alone all the while in the place I have made in my little cave and carve out my line, the one I will use and use in good time to spell out hope with this little rope and I swing and I sway though another filled day.
So cause and effect has made me a wreck and stand and I wait for this I call fate, all the while it passes and you say just wait. So is it fair, of course not this is life and in life you can’t just sit there and be an audience member you have to help the script along.
Problem is I have grown tired of writing, I have just enough left for small spurts of beauty nothing more than tempting lines I write from time to time, just a last gasp chance at forgetting the past. But what’s done is done… some battles can’t be won and no matter what you say… you cannot save the day.
So I will write another story… in another life about personal glory… and the day that gets saved as if there was any other way.
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