Told

I think,
And have been told,
I think to much.
But if truth be spoken.
There is no deep thought,
People read,
Then try to contemplate,
The bullshit just introduced.
Just like the story I'm about to tell you.

A cool crisp morning,
It can be the start to the perfect day,
Or the final demis of your soul.
We all walk in our own.

Somes we walk alone.
Other times with our most intimate thoughts.
And with the wilds of our imagination.
In a moment of weakness,
Or with a sense of humor.

We all have a story.
Those dirty little secrets that we would die for.
There ia always someone watching,
Judging.
Whatever you do, do not underestimate the watcher.

Could be your best friend,
Or worst enemy.
Could be the stranger sitting next to you.