Bricks in flames and no one to blame. For my friends have enemies and my enemies have friends. Will the cycle never end? For this is a battle without humanity and a battle with fiends. For some ideas will not expand them, it will shrink them until they have no friends. I hate this cracked road that bends. For life is the pace and friends are a brace for me controlled by others actions. Few actions I can do to nullify and destroy their actions. Sometimes I feel like bus on a rope with little hope. I hope not to fuss but I don't my inner voice to shush. For I am in the tangle of a strangle bush.