A Plate of Glass

hit a tender nerve as if you haven't heard what a disturbing word time is on our side by in time we all want to run away & hide from the notion of love springs from help from above tend to push things under the rug hearing voices with tender choices can't even cope with hope like having a fight with the soap on the rope yet I'm doing my thing in the evil swing nothing but a plate of glass right out on the patio the weaker you get inflates your ego a song in silence a hymn in private words expressed words unheard life is but a contest it's filled with tests I must confess some are left behind an eight ball from that of a know it all but you will know when your number is up now at a good angle the plate glimmers in the light never give up on the fight