Some issues that we have are meant for us, as some sort of excuses that we may tend to hide behind to make people believe us, even if they don't want to, whether it's true of matter or stuff else.
As truth is a kind of lethal weapon made for us to execute lies and to be executed for, when we make a slip of tongue, trying to make some holes fill up, since not all is meant to talk of or to be told.
Some days, so sunny, some so chilly, when the season winters Summer or it springs autumn, both times are good for our farming terms, though some can't tell apart which best they adore, like our wheat and corn grow at different times.
Everybody grows pride and seeks to be rich, not all tastes sweet, humans have got to serve, weak works for the Strong and now the system saves.
I see somebody gone, their close ones worriedly cry, hopping they'd never gone - so I ask them "if this comes true where do you lay your backs and wait for the days when night take turns? For some are better when gone and for the other some to emerge". When you buy new pair shoes, the old ones must mourn, so do they people die, if that's a better excuse!
R