Silly stones

          Silly. Indeed that is what was given. A moment of
humorous hope. La perhaps that of even depth of severe
comedy. How you say, oh yes, sarcasm.

         Common threads indeed of trails of imperfections.
Yes the lists get longer and longer. Only thing is how
I thought that common ground could be addressed.

        Seriously who was I fooling?

       Indeed I pursued and got what I got. Still you
ask will the idea strike again. Of course. Listening
seems to be the biggest pressure. Common sense even
strayed.

       Still. Yet. I did fall into the cracks. Building mortar
to hold. Alas you cannot build a firm foundation with
air, correct?

      Hopes. Faith definitely. So I see the direction
I must just to. Holding back once again a dream.
La. Yet I can. Jehovah has this daughter. Drawing
closer the warmth where lies eased into the covers.

    Ha. No there were no reasons. No questions of the
steps approached. Yet addressed and still I have
not stopped. So forward as I may step. Excuse the stones
I may cast because tis only fair because I carry
plenty myself.

   I hand you a few just to carry for a while. Alas I will
come grab them from you soon enough. When the endurance
of idiotic motions cease.

   So here tossing you the stones. Watch out they are
heavy. But know if I can endure you can too.