There was, this saying
That all good things
Must come to an end,
And things starts to bend.
There are walls built,
To stand the hurricanes.
At twelve,
Bridges are crossed
Mountains are climbed
But often play pretend
As we go ’bout the day
Our minds tend to evolve.
Everyone has their monsters
That they hide from.
Everyone has their monsters
That they’re shutting out
From the people’s eyes,
And from their ears.
No one in their minds
Wants all of the good
To come, a full stop!
Adjust, getting to know
Someone you just met.
Welcome to hell!
