{"sf1_id":1104215,"sf2_id":"pnGXO4j1","title":"Way't...","author":"Jiblits","words":317,"posted_at":"2016-12-11T00:55:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Point of View","Short Story","slice of life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1104215-way-t","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGXO4j1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/77/9d/779d2051-15dc-441c-89e3-a92e53410c2e","description":"","content":"Way't...\n\n  \n\n  \n\nSlow to the music, fast to the times\n\nI admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes\n\n  \n\nMoney never a part, the places I saw worth while\n\nI keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile\n\n  \n\nLuck more than most of my adventures, the moments ended well enough to recall\n\nAlways wondered about the saying, the rise before the fall\n\n  \n\nHave to admit, these days those thoughts are forgotten\n\nTheir fears \u0026 worry, are all decayed \u0026 rotten\n\n  \n\nI don't mind the ruins I ran from, or the paths I decided to trace back\n\nI did what I wanted, what I thought was right, for that, I feel I can give myself some slack\n\n  \n\nTo those who knew me more than a friend\u0026nbsp;\n\nTrust me, what if situations need no longer weigh heavy, my back no longer wants to bend\n\n  \n\nHearts broken, heal with time, words so tenderly spoken, aren't worth a dime\n\n  \n\n  \n\nSomehow I found friends among people who before, I wouldn't give a day\n\nMy resolve hasn't weakened, I've jus become docile when bearing my teeth before getting \u0026nbsp;carried away\n\n  \n\nSuch a life, I can honestly say, I don't have with regret\n\nAt least for what is, \u0026 will be, there's nothing yet...\n\n  \n\nOpinions never truth, plans ever open to unknown change\n\nLife still priceless, the amount for what it is ever strange\n\n  \n\nSo, for now I keep to the trying side of what I feel \u0026 find\n\nSubtle each step, I forget where to begin, ever wandering in mind\n\n  \n\nDaydreams it seems guide this body into troubles of opportunity \u0026 chance\n\nFor everything to be or not, I go slow into that fated dance\n\n  \n\n  \n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;---Always---\n\n  \n\n(Written listening to: \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The Band - the weight) \u0026nbsp;\n  \n  \n\n"}