Archives for April 2016

Harvesting fields of praise
Can dull the scythe
Of wisdom

Every lie we fabricate
Comes back to us one day
Consider it the dues of fate
That liars have to pay

When I feel down
I call this friend
He tells me of
His pains and then
I only feel down
About feeling down

Nobody is an idiot
Each of us acts like one
On occasion
Some choose
To stay in character