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Pandr Not Public Relations

Prospect to rejection in a matter of minutes Always in a lifetime people rarely finish a sentence We hop from line to line, relationship to relationship, family to family, job to job Without adding the comma’s and periods The problem in America is we don’t take our relationships serious Because we intertwine ourselves and others fate with run-ons Crash, bang, boom no conjunctions to keep us from colliding lives and emotional ties Prospect in a matter of minutes a few spelling and grammatical errors and eraser marks But we fail to finish, but overall prospects diminish and rejection runs on the scene Flowing and connecting neighborhoods as rains flows through storm drains, carrying pollutants in down stream Rejection brought on by critique and lack of satisfaction sends a confident individual backpacking In the Alps, not knowing, rejection spreads faster than the speed of light, sneaking upon lives as day to night We are guilty of not finishing our stories and responsible for breaking and adding traceable errors to others, but lets not ply, resist and reject our own fears because in a perfect universe The first prospect started here in the Garden of Eden Park Misunderstanding as a serpent coned then persuaded mankind with question marks We disregarded our own love for our human race for a pencil trace of a fruit called a sentence fragment, ruining manuscripts of life set from the creator’s lips. We created commitment issues with our evil works leading life back to the formation of dirt Leaving people void of respect and repentance, entangling our negative paths in an unfinished sentence, which should have been finished never intending folks requiring a renaissance But blank autobiographies are opened in the book of our remembrance

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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