We seem to give and give in our own way, expecting something for nothing in return. and yet what the hell what where we thinking? That there's nothing else to us that they can bring? and so it seems when it doesn't go our own way, we keep repeating certain things we have only heard. Spoken truths or lies, it doesn't matter what we say, We might slur in mumbles, but we have spoken every word. So we kick and we scream to make our own say, whether it is wrong or whether is it right. Somehow we have seem to lost our own way, Falling down like someone without sight. Well my friend, then… Read more