The past is the past let that shit die, it is what it is stop asking why, for every great day it has to be an antithesis, for you not to believe in that is just ridiculous, things don’t always work out some plans are made to fail, if everybody got into heaven it wouldn’t be a need for a hell, people die everyday from stray rounds, and some people cry out for help and we turn away pretending not to hear the sound, the world we live in is a messed up place, case in point the good people usually finish last in the race, we can smile and continue to pretend, or we can free our minds become something else and transcend