Hanging around like a bad smell is as to struggle keeping a lid on it, can only relocate before someone catches a whiff to sniff at.
Time is what to make a break from, and can not give time for when that break is wanted. As it is time that fills the hours of the day up that is wished to be away for.
Every new door opened is a page turned in this book to be writing as by means to go on.
Making an appearance and trying to look their best while doing so is for that grabbing the iron while it's hot.
Thoughts in life are as gaining a scholarship for sowing seeds, what is seemingly natural to do needs permission by others to proceed. Stranger still, those who were educated to understand their goals in life are then those regrets to have.
In the forest; through blood and tears reveals just how hard at work they been. It is this workmanship that creates tears as the rain to fall from a overcast cloud. And blood that pours from where to make sacrifices to achieve the real task in front. Even if to put all that hardwork into, it still takes that small given bait to lure those to the point of their intentions.
In the stones; others climb can either be for some an uphill struggle or a lift to achieve that leap but can also allow them to rise above oneself, sour grapes are formed for not being informed of that grapevine and wonder why there is none for the taking, love is as a needle playing that record and expect to conform with without getting stuck.
St. Luke Ch.17:V.6 " - And the Lord said, If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you."
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