3.14

world on the helm of chaos,

Words careless in soft chatter, emotions are none that we encounter.

Sleepless nights earn a morning of disaster.

Hope to cope with.....nah, never the variables.

Thinking justifiable reasons take flight but the wings only just might, yeah right.

Risk it all when a smile would suffice.

Through the darkest places, see a pierce of light, its enough to note the experience was worth that float of hope.

Reality and gravity never fail to do their jobs.

To count the grains of sand, I prefer the clock, tick my tock.

One for sure thing fail me not.