Mistrails

Light my fire,

Then turn it out.

There will be sires,

Without a doubt.

Love is given,

Then taken away.

People keep living,

Through they're dead today.

Never is spoken,

But never a truth.

People are woken,

When faced with a noose.

People live better,

When faced with a choice.

The slope gets wetter,

If you ignore the voice.

Nothing changes,

But everything does.

Love rearranges,

And causes a fuss.

It isn't enough,

To live another day.

When goings get rough,

It's here you stay.