Life Is Strange

Life Is Strange We don’t make a lot of money, its okay, still getting by. Taste of bitter with the honey, life is funny, wonder why. One day you have the spirit, hope’s candle, a flame burning high, all dazzled by the dangling ropes... This strangled...innocence died. Though rubbed and soothed, outlook remains on guard with its shame for you... ‘cause twice is stupid without brains, so the dreams are very few. Now spirit seems to wax and wane like tides on the drifting shore. Weather marks leave an ugly stain. a past that’s hard to ignore. Janet Vick