..action!

To each character, a different story.
To each chapter, a lesson learned or lost.

Try to simplify what's already simple and accessible, only to end up with one hell of a complex m.o.

Why?
Why not?

Man has to entertain himself.
Unfortunately, many use this as an excuse to participate in the most unnecessary.

What better way to kill each other off?

...expropriating.

There lay a stone upon the chair,
Quote unbeknownst how it got there,
Was really daunting to be fair,
Surprise & fear had filled the air.

Then the maker had made his move,
To strip the stone of all its groove,
One knows not what it had to prove,
Most likely not to be a stove.

It was taken out to the grounds,
Where it was athrown out of bounds,
Thus a game commenced for the hounds,
As they ran out losing few pounds.

It landed hard and broke itself,
For the land was harder than 'tself,
All the pieces flew out,
As the game had ended.


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..sinking.

Onwards with the right notes; everything flows perfectly, even on judgement day.
All along for the ride of a lifetime, until it ends abruptly just like it had started.

If the journey is more important than the destination itself, why limit one's paths?

As the smooth stone breaches the surface of the ocean, it chose its resting place after having skimmed eleven times.

Ten splashes marked the eleven places the stone could have stopped, but did not.

Even then its journey had not reached its end, for the stone sank many leagues down into the unknown abyss making its existence more or less unknown and virtually pointless.

One could say, the stone succeeded in reaching a higher number but failed at staying on its mark.

..catalyptic.

Brought up to believe this world is perfect, when it's not even close to good.

The illusion of being what is not seems to satisfy most by being oblivious to the problems & difficulties surrounding everything & everyone.

This is not right, cannot mend this alone.

..break.

Eye of the misshapen,
Eye of the mistaken,
All this within one's sight,
All this induces fright.

Hope not for change to come,
Hope just to play this drum,
Playing the tones adrift,
Playing what seems a gift.

Brush away the tainted,
Brush for the acquainted,
Embrace the ever-going now,
Embrace with your own vow.

..fleeting.

Taking the shortcut would supposedly be ideal, but doesn't mean it would be definitely the easier path.

The road to redemption is said to be deserts.

No wonder the concept of heaven seems so believable, anything would be ecstasy after.

...non-assets.

It was all good, until that day came; the day its meaningful purpose in one's colourful life.

The day one grew up & out of one's self.. oh how one misses the status of being naïve & simple.

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