It wasn't planned, don't know how to get there.
There's too much of one side, can't compare.
Can never think or speak of it, can't be fair.
Used to shoes can't forward when feet is bare.
Resent the storm that subsided but never gone.
Resume the works of the tattered and the torn.
Sins generates faces that can be so forlorn.
Red paint splashed across the newly born.
Another bright sky another gloomy answer.
One more communicator goes out of order.
An imbecile is sent to the silly corner.
Stands with doubt but poses with honour.