The words

Fall out of the phrases

As the sun

Sets in the shade

Of a smoky night

In the place

Of water and land

It was all a part

Of a play

The moments passed

As the wind blew

Through the day

The memories we make

Are not to keep

But rather to hold

Close to our hearts

Throughout this crazy

Life

That we live

It was never

Right

From the onset

Of the deal

A diddle

Little thing

When the eyes are wandering

The swindlers

Are at play

Focused on the goals

Of the day