The Fine Print Always Ruins That Glint of Hope- Part 3

On the rainy days I wind gently through the streets Trying desperately to greet every new person I should meet My demeanor screams of defeat Just not the best person in this world to meet But if you have the time my voice shall chime in your ears I’ll bring hope to your greatest fears You will talk and I shall chalk my theories in to your mind At the end of the day I stray to my favorite dinner Where the conversation gets finer The waitress cracks a smile for every one liner I throw her I pay my check in order to get on my way The waitress always tells me I hope you find a better day And I answer baby don’t you worry if I get through another winter Spring will come carried on the back of May Then things might start going my way On long nights I fill up a lonely ash tray I tap my foot that’s all it ever took and I’m on my way Documenting the event of each and every day Paying close attention to mention each and every piece Like greased-lightening my pondering’s are biting down to leave a scar Not so straight like bars More like lines on a map we use to find our way in cars Sorry folks I wish I could choke up a hoax But reality always pokes its ugly head out In all fairness what better thing to write about A sprinkle of doubt A small amount of longing carefully measured out Finally a dash of hope My personal recipe to cope with this thing we call life Let us speak in generalities they come with much lower fees If you should look you shall find the devil seems inclined to hide in the details And the fine print never fails to ruin our beloved fairytales