No Flies

Of the next scary decision

That is being played 

For its own kind

And turned into another 

Bad way in life.

Holds all the pieces together

To tie up the angry knot

That is being waisted onto the floor. 

There is no other way to go.

And the missing pieces 

Are left behind

Perhaps, in the trash.

A lost soul was identified 

And buried their selves with the trash.

Why- is it hard to find.

The real, and real success 

Beyond many reasons

And the life to appreciate'

Wipes the gift off the feet.

That are too tired to cross the street.

What is the purpose '?

In lifes' support and chase of the hour

Being judged and misunderstood 

For what is right and wrong

To make the right decision 

And become successful.

What are the chances in falling 

In a dark, deep hole and finding the treasure!? 

Was it worth it? 

Or is the mind too stupid to fall....