The memories you have are just recordings of things past, not chains to bind you.
A kind soul knows impoliteness is just preoccupied with distraction.
What they sell to the masses are the chains you must break if you are ever to be in control of your life.
Glamour is a shooting star, it catches your eye, but fades away, beauty is the sun always brilliant day after day.
Garbage clutters the house that has no dream.
We all have a path to take; sometimes it's hidden under the weeds, so you might have to work a little.