changes and expiriments moldings of yourself captivated souly in the truth Contingencies ahead of what will they conduct to the manuscript the actors are in place the settings all are done the director gets set for the show act one has commenced the race has begun slowly started but picking up slack a journy is set for the warrior weary though making a stand surrendering all she has lived for to an ever more righteous of man deafeted by monsters of anguish torn and tattered afraid a river is heard in the distance of which her soul shall be saved grabbing her sword she goes onward to battles of big and of brave never knowing her reasons never quite knowing the way the lights go up the curtains closed act one is sewed up shut but at its end another begins and so the show goes on but does she ever make it the stories not complete will she triumph over battles or will they induce her to defeat
Sorry guys burnout moment... this is supposed to be over in poetry... sorry...:S I suppose though in a sense it's still a random thought... or thoughts...
