Epiphany

and if the wheels rolled completely to a standstill weather permitting, of course would the rest of the car stop? or continue on towards the next parking stall as the latter rain continued to pour each drop larger than the last... how long would it take for the islands to fry when everything pointed to never mind, let the volcanoes erupt and have their way if garbage and sewage adorn a trollop's demeanor would her knight in shining armor ever appear? or would he blaze by in a hurricane ever thankful he never touched her stuff. continuous complaining drives everyone crazy especially those too polite to say ' shut-up already ! ' why is it we can figure out every detail and solve any problem that doesn't relate to us, specifically. is it really the forest for the trees are we just too damned blind to take a careful look inside, what does our heart say have we really listened lately? are we like that trollop, oblivious. roll in our verbiage and go to town reeking of yesterday's mistakes and misfortune, low on forgiveness high on blame, glaring at everyone but. the only one responsible who should be held accountable, look in the mirror for names...