There is only so much waiting around they can do. Already hanging their head out of a window. What more to expect.
Once those cogs start turning, they do so in a one way motion. A latch certainly stops it turning back on itself.
That's how it gets sold to anyone, enticing on the outside, luring to be inside, the angle then changes.
Always one, not watching their footing, and a heel gets stuck on the path. While everyone else are up ahead finding it humorous.
Can change the man of the name, but can't change the name of the man. The one thing that does change is time, that same image appearing within others but time has altered.
In the forest; it's not what goes on under the bed sheets that's the problem. It's the trail of crumbs left behind that leads straight to those bed sheets. Definitely giving a slice of something away to everyone. If only had kept it secluded and personal.
Job Ch.30:V.22 " - Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance."

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