That looked as pretty as rose has its thorn beneath.
Promises made beyond the horizon,
Broken in a blink.
Do you know?
What you do, makes you man
And Not what you have.
A jester don't call a layperson funny.
Except the one pointing at me, the rest of ya own fingers are pointing you.
Let alone knock some sense in ya...
Risible..! You turn out to be what you promised you'd never be.
Still.. I'll take the blame.