| A Toast to all of you and to none to the silent tendancies of regret to my most beloved hate to become something unnoticed to recite the mundane crisis to believe in my own words to lose another snapshot to take another breath to the ancient drag of thought to imaginary worlds to all the painted stars to wilted ruined hats to brush out dirty braids to crooked broken smiles to lonely fallen tears to all concealed disappointment to wounds that do not heal to hearts that always break |