Watchful eyes sleeping through what's left of the nights fire... In between my minds corridors intangable thoughts echoed back to the starting conclusion that brought them to begin with.
I sense your disdainful looks of indifference; Your eyes looking down towards the ground with impatience. Hesitation in your thought process makes your decisions to be half stepped and dangerous. Temptation varies from person to stranger. Many of us to angry at the pass, to learn our lesson.
Gun shots fired, no one moves no one Cares enough to pay attention. Our seeds die to soon due to sucking chest wounds, road side bombings, and worst of all from decisions from the so-called leaders of this nation. Only when it's convenient to their house hold incomes, do they follow the status of limitation.
Our children's teachers need a part time job during the summer months, at the same time the chairman of the school board gave him self five fat raises and a nice little summer boat.
Thousands of new foreclosed homes a month and the number steady climbing, the American dream is quickly turning into a nightmare. Forgive the french emotion in my language and my writings, but like many others in this country, I'm just simply F*****G angry!