What comes up must come down

On a dark and gloomy night with no one to comfort the pain, 

I sit and wonder why this world shows so much vain.

In the back ally ways of forever and in the streets past break of day,

These thoughts forever haunt me, with a frown I wither away.

What comes up must come down. Some old scholars might have to say.

But an eye for an eye is not coming form me. I choose not to play that way.




William Masters 8-24- 2007