Caouse carousing at my feet, Every step i take not missing a beat. The irony of my life has kicked it to a new level, I am irony collapsed teetering on a bevel. The weights on my shoulders crushing down so heavy, Standing at the top of the path waving like a levy. The sun shows up after making the plans, Warmth greats my skin and warms my hands. Oh decisions decisions so hard for me to make, So tired of the old I want a bigger take. So happy and glad that the sun finally shone, I was never meant to be left all alone. Those that tread the crossroads crossing in my paths. They will cross again not realizing the math. The irony of it is breathing in my ear, Whispering to me you have a friend hear. Fate only knowing the direction I leaned, Fate is my Irony so it seamed.
~P.Kate Hancock~