Brilliantly Crafted at the Hands of Predictability

Describe the ways in which you talk
About the times that don't apply
Stories that are told to high
For the ceilings been lifted
No one is suddenly listening
Among everyone, the last will stand stubborn

I've told truths more than I should
We love all as long as words don't collide
To be honest is for those who hide
Looking to proceed through
Finer things call from the past
But what is left behind is to be forgotten

For this it signifies what is told
Written to see and to tell
Because people never forget
How unnecessary another can eventually be