Free will...

In the middle of a smile fading slow. Sitting still and confused on the thought of hope. As losing the belief in people is created by their own self righteous ways. When trying to avoid the silliness sufficating a flame. The show must go on so choices of who's who surfaces in the mind. Who's for who at the end of the day's hype? Watching issues occur without resolve.  No one having the time to rest to correct the void feeling all alone in a pause. Others will eventually convince you that only they matter when shit breaks down. Rearranging the expressions upon the face that scream in the lack of sound.  For words aren't for self to speak due to free will needing to be the answer.  One can't expect any other to act against their own demeanor. As in between the friction truths bleed the heart yet once again. Thinking feelings need not apply for in the way they always change things bcuz they can. Things get deeper than the consideration of how situations affects the way folks interact. But in the shallow they'll stay away from even their own shadow allowing time to pass. Torn is the survivor damn near pleading in silence just wanting to fix it all. Knowing it ain't for self to force when wedges tare tears from eyes when hidden behind walls.  From tonight to tomorrow and back into the night that refuses yet another chance to co exist. And yet, it's the good times that will never be missed bcuz they'll never be made. With a burial placed in the chest the secret of use creeps in as self just wants to escape. It's the realization of realizing no one truly cares. As long as their cool it could rain while the sun shines as others will never be spared. Fair is fair until it's them caught up in the crossfire standing still with opened arms. With only a white flag no one can see as it waves like a muted alarm...