Cycles.

People tend to walk into the lives of others
Never intending to walk out
But it happens,
Time after time.

And if they were to complain,
You would feel a pierce in your veins
And walk out into the dark.
You'd never see them again.

Letters after letters are sent to loved ones
Of the ones they left behind
They never intend to stop talking to 'em completely
But in time, that turns out to be
That turns out to be a lie.

Dancing for rain in the desert Sun.
A rain dance; with the drought seeping in
And that'll never leave you.
No, the hope will deceive you.

Damning seasons, over and over again
And you should know.
You should know that the hope is a dream.
To know that hope is deceiving.

People shudder in the streets as the middle class disappears,
Leaving it all behind,
Or robbing it all from underneath those around you.
Leave it alone...