Pile a Mess or Pile the Best

Cynical happenings amidst the unblibical wrath of things. The past can sting even when overlooked imagining, where the words go, connect the dots, does it even hurt to know. Why, yes and no, it's part of the row. Sharing a lesson of livin' keeps paddlin' the boat. I can be mad when wrote, you'll be glad I spoke. It's a neverending cycle, let the current hold you afloat. Wooshh, crack, splooshh, splash, there's a leak in the back. All that's said and done is part of the patch, the newly attach'd will bring truce at last. All else that fails will be torched by match, single pile, cherished hi-lo's, smoke stacks when I'm through with my path. Not looking back it's the moral of the trash.