friends
What is the meaning of a friend?
This friend who sits high upon crest,
Do they have meaning or are they in jest?
Will they wait patiently until the end?
Are they fair in their judgment?
Does their gaze cast a shadow
Upon all flaws in god’s meadow
Do they imprint in parchment?
Is there a formula for fondness?
Do we care selflessly or selfishly?
Is love the currency we purchase with?
The gifts, a genuine belief
Are we able to separate ourselves
From the friends we hold dear?
Or are we hostages of love,
Bound in the chains of flesh
A friend, a foe, a mirrored image
Who are we, but shadows of ourselves?
Is the price of friendship
The loss of self?
Who is this friend?
Does he feel, or is he a reaction?
A victim or perpetrator?
Is he fantasy or reality?
Does friendship exist outside
Of fear and suspicion?
Or is it fear that binds us
To the embrace of others?
This monster of emotion
Tearing through the forests
Of our hearts, of our lives.
Ravaging the fruit of life.
This friend who sits high upon crest,
Do they have meaning or are they in jest?
Will they wait patiently until the end?
Are they fair in their judgment?
Does their gaze cast a shadow
Upon all flaws in god’s meadow
Do they imprint in parchment?
Is there a formula for fondness?
Do we care selflessly or selfishly?
Is love the currency we purchase with?
The gifts, a genuine belief
Are we able to separate ourselves
From the friends we hold dear?
Or are we hostages of love,
Bound in the chains of flesh
A friend, a foe, a mirrored image
Who are we, but shadows of ourselves?
Is the price of friendship
The loss of self?
Who is this friend?
Does he feel, or is he a reaction?
A victim or perpetrator?
Is he fantasy or reality?
Does friendship exist outside
Of fear and suspicion?
Or is it fear that binds us
To the embrace of others?
This monster of emotion
Tearing through the forests
Of our hearts, of our lives.
Ravaging the fruit of life.