Even the best of friends have trouble
Sometimes seeing everything
eye to eye.
The multifaceted multiplicity
Pacing life's queer
circumstance
Contrives, deprives and even
connives
To offer more choices than we
can bear.
Do we seek shelter to hide in
the sand
Or ruffle our peacock
feathers and prance
Around naked before God and
company,
Playing the fool,
Breaking the rule,
Flaunting the school of
traditional dance?
All the alternative options
and choices,
Changing experiences, motion
of growth.
Little wonder we cling to a
constant,
Yearn for stability,
Pray for a rock to hold on to
When winds seer the night
With it's passionless kiss
Hiding from sight.
Who will be there when you
turn on the light?
The best of friends never
study the clock.
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