Rambling With a Purpose

Some people throw stones & get hit with their own. Getting out of line, crossed paths on its own. Losing control is your favorite topic, pressure on a wound usually stops it? Where will you go in your final hour? Where would you go if it didnt matter? Each breathe was well said Each said was well read, Only to be said, in the end, once again. A preacher must preach Whether speaking a lie Whether tying a knot Or dotting an i. Patience keeps you waiting Lovers will be kissed. Emptiness consumes Every part of what we miss. You can't wait til it's over Until the day you can say I only made it this far With the help of my mistakes.