Things don't bother

S.D. Sycther

Things don't bother rather the user believes in things;
There lingers around the radio that rarely barely sings;
Also, the lighter has lost all its gas in the endless rings.
Like devils of the same race and dreams of same wings.
Things didn't bother when hurled they at your comrade;
Things didn't matter when left they somewhere and never they wade;
Say they got them memory and their memory doesn't fade.
And never they went black and never they turned red.
Say they got them memory and their faces didn't go red.
They remain unbiased cause they have to in the sunshine and in shade.
They can't cry even they went to the grave and saw the undead.
Remain the same whether in the sunshine and in shade.
Things don't bother rather the user believes in things;
There lingers around the radio that rarely barely sings;
Cause no dreams they have cause no have they the pair of wings.

=s=