Fiction almost always made more sense to me,nSnowflakes are the souls you'd never save,nFaith is not a habit forming vice you bet,nLuck is when you're glad it never came.nnWhen you get tired of kicking stones,nThose broken bones will lead the way home,nSo many same days,nBeginning to breathe strange,nAnd have you the right,nTo complain at all.nnFigured out there would be doubt it brought you here,nWatch the time and slowly climb the stairs,nTruth is just a word for what you want to believe,nFact are off-white politics are gray.nnIsn't love what you play for?nAnd don't you have all that you need?