some-times you have a thousand things to say, but not a single way of saying it;
other-times you have a million chances of saying something, but not a single word to say;
and most-times you wish you had said something, but then you wonder how things would be today;
some-things are better left unsaid, and hope you never get a chance to say them;
other-things are safer when said, and trust they will never come back around – to eat you;
but most-things are buried in our souls, and we feed them in secret;
some-ways work for some, but not for others;
other-ways make us happy, but they grieve our loved ones;
and most-ways make us feel alive, but they leave us dead on the inside;