Of all the stories to be hanging over their mind, the only real truth is their name they carry to blow their own trumpet.
Never mind pushing the right buttons, they got their nose stuck right in. It was not easy, they had to kiss a few arses to know so.
Aiming high yet when to be switched on those plans try to find the lowest point of contact like lightning shocking the ground.
It's like an open book, while keeping it all smooth and simple have set time upon it that will be picked up from then.
A nighttime tipple hoping they will rise to the occasion but not everything they speak of can be tied up in a pretty bow. As in a distance is that other whom still keeps their mark for a price to pay.
In the forest; not everything in life is straightforward, not even a romantic rendezvous, as to have sharp bumps and scratches of the surface. As not even a rose is all that beautiful with its thorns, even if to come up smelling of roses. Like the stars in heaven are not all in a straight line, yet scattered everywhere to find the way. The only sure sense of normality is feet on the ground knowing where home is.
In the stones; scraping the bottom of the barrel yet were always focused on the bottom of the glass knowing to give a bigger perspective, it's not deep waters to keep a chin above but the desperate measures to be dealt with and can't look on another perspective without seeing your side of the story first, love will sink low even it means a drunken love as in all perspectives is of an opposite point of view.
St. Matthew Ch.9:V.6-8 " - But that ye may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then saith he to the sick of the palsy) Arise, take up thy bed, and go unto thine house.
- And he arose, and departed to his house.
- But when the multitudes saw it, they marvelled, and glorified God, which had given such power unto men."
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