I was full of love and hate
and lied to everyone I met.
Like everybody does.
I drank fully from the cup of life,
told no-one my darkest secrets.
No-one told me they knew all along.
My rusty rollercoaster was a monorail.
Relying on balance of the most unnatural kind.
I did my best till I went insane,
then I did my best some more.
Hearts were broken and lives were shaped.
The hand of cards you're born with
powers the rusty monorail,
to the journeys end.
Brett A. Jones Jan 2009
