ideas come and ideas go.
thoughts form and words flow. 
they come in pairs
they come in droves
they start out small but then they grow

words have meaning yet they mean nothing
to move through a crowd is when people start shoving
to make it to the front is to be pushed back.

life is the same but can be much harder,
like being a winner but being a slow starter.
everything happens in the blink of an eye
first there's the sun, then stars in the sky.

we see things moving fast
but at night they slow down
we remenence about the nights events
before tomorrows turn around

we take each day the best we can
with new happening leaves a face full of sand
we wipe clear our eyes as the tears come and go
to continue being strong to everyone else
but inside we know

we have been broken almost beyond repair
but someone is still there showing we care
putting the pieces back and molding new ones together
showing they wont let friends fall apart now and forever.