The life, lived among the good,
Brings clarity not.
In the dust of confusion I stood,
my casing went hot.
This one is unstable.

My friend, are we really friends?
We stumbled together,
we rose as leaves were gathered,
the promises we made are just
White words on a white board.

Sluggishly our friendship fades,
the smile you produced,
the jokes that cracked you,
the cordial secretes we shared,
today it’s just a melancholy history.

I forgive you though you lied,
try again and see if I will.
It’s not forgotten, but forgiven.