Time Converts More People Than Reason

Which came first? The friends or the enemies? I love us all, but only in split second increments. Love is such a filthy word as of late. Check the clock just to make sure that your time isn't up. Ignore every sign that tells you not to continue.

Scene: A lavish office filled with notebooks and fountain pens. Located behind the rosewood desk sits a man of high stature in a plush recliner. Having just hung up the phone, he contemplates to himself the truth in his opponent’s words. He lights his regular pipe and knows that he must hold strong for the people. Patience appears to be his only saving cause of action. His enemy’s arrival is inevitable, just as the apparent consequence for peace.

Manipulate these ghosts. I can wait you out. Better than the storm that drips from your pours. Nothing has really changed... it’s never been so simple to say. When I relay this story, it's so easy to lie and pretend but misconception is all they breathe. That’s why there’s no "you & me."

A traitor’s death is its own reward. Electric thoughts in deceptive statements; this is your test to see.