To the victims of life, and people of sorrow and all the sad thoughts that manifest within. Plaguing the minds of the hopeful gently pushing them to the hopeless, its not until our final thought that we make the big jump on choosing which side of the road we walk or deciding what path to take or even moving at all. Its almost a sin to be insensitive with everyone's insecurity on the line, yet they will never understand unless told the truth. Sometimes we see things that others do not, ones quick to pose while other quick to judge. What side of the fight is good or bad when all reasons are justified with the actions that are taken. What if both are wrong and the non participants are more right then lead to believe. Pondering round circles picking apart my brain for thoughts I can’t fathom for which the light manifolds within the darkest of days. Why is it I see beauty surround by fences and barb wire, peoples opinions are left not maintained with in these three sixes lies a crucifix disguise. Finding love in all the wrong places, one tends to stay with the wrong love and its price is torment, they rather live in misery then move on to a new. I guess the unknown is a stronger fear I imagined, could it be a fear of change a fear of something one isn't used to. The only way to know is to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, to find out the trials and tribulations they have been through. The thoughts and emotions all different but situation all the same.