Moving on.
From the storms.
Left behind.
To leave them gone.
...
Truth has less meaning.
Until it affects.
Truth has less meaning.
And seems easy,
...
Failures are made from dusk to dawn.
With them approved,
To make so many happy.
And if condoned,
...
Free to live unselfishly detached,
From scattered confusion...
Leaving minds attacked.
To find my life more of a breeze,
...