Misery.

as the wind blows through outside trees, I sit heavy and chained to life's misery, blind to what I see , deaf to what alerts me, life in the palm of my hands, unable to fill times sand, tormented by smiles set free, poisoned by words that flee, was it not right to say this is ....quicksand, was it not right to fill....love's brand, life's joke called serendipity, the heartaches, the tears, the nights....my misery, do you not like what you see, time is what made me, time froze my hands, we are times .... sand, try not to fill free, hanging on while life tries to flee, run, move while you can stay away from life's quicksand, when you remember the pain, remember it's life's brand, it's all serendipity, we like,love,hate regret,.... to be, can't you see,from her to him them to us you to me, in the cookie jar is where you'll find all our hands,we all walked in life's sand, pain never charged....it's free weather we stay or flee, quicksand....life's endless brand, so through life we travel through our despair, through love, hate, thoughts of why or why not,when, we live in happiness die in sadness stop, then move on ...more wiser, more determinant ...life's joke ....our misery. smile ....now make your serendipity : )