Random Webs

People do things without thought. Every action and word are random. The tangled web we try to unknot. Leaves us crying, us not being able to unwound. Now we have filled ourselves with pure boredom. It is like a wound Pain filled and heart wrenching But there is love and fun we are itching. There are a small few who think things through. Carefully, their sentences without random. But those few get pushed around. They stay strong and take it all. For them they have it rough. They titter away the pain They find the fun They find the love. You can be one of those people.