Omit it/ Omitted and then...Found!

Charge it to the...
You don't remember, do you?
Well, there is a fine line twisting in the wind.

What about all the frills that poured before you?
What about that?
Do you remember at all?

There were also wisps of gifts of weight you could have acknowledged?
Did you know that they say smart people have dumb money but you're money is a genius?
The former fits with the latter, of course.

Convenience for you, but there are blank faces about you, see them?
Murmurs are thrashing at you and you begin to cry out.
That's right. Start your begging 'cause there's never gonna be another day.

All you had to say was thank you.
It's that simple kid!
But ghosts raped your moment and took hold of your invention.

Quacks giggled at your indiscretion and handled their prizes with care.
Thieves skipped to the beats of your own poor prudence.
Hypocrites tickled their tastes and supped up all that was left.

It's a shame! I'm telling you! You don't hear.
Take away this bland day and insert at least an apology.

Consider the pains of broken backs and shredded flesh.
Peer designs of dreams expelled from the minds of your helpers.

They had missions that died after being slashed to ashes.
They had leather reigns wrested from them after they had just obtained positions.
Tears, rejection, loss, defeat, and exhaustion screamed louder.

In the dirt is where their hearts now lie.
And their minds are not unlike the spaces of silence before you think.

That's it! That's it! That's it!
Charge it to the mind.

Thanks again.