2003-05-29 - 5:55 p.m.
My Friend
The loss of ground on which to stand
seldom means that I will fall
when I still have so much hot air The irony has no escape
I've never felt a lost for words
Except for when I need to tell
And since the rock is all I see
I fall blind to wounds that you hide
Asking doesn't cross my mind In thoughts we desire not to think
false perceptions find home to breed
I sometimes forget it is true
that you, my friend, are human too We piece together from the signs
observations we then claim fact
Our past knowledge, recycled proof
How senseless is this grim charade?
How flawed our shared telepathy?
We never knew
We always told So jump the gun I've already fired
I owe you that for my sewed mouth
I sometimes forget it is true
that you, my friend, are human too And though I've said far past too much
I still have yet to say enough
And probably heard even less
And while I build this mountain high
my only wish, to have it climbed
Will you be on the other side? In all we've learned you think we'd know
just what to say and do by now
But I forget it is still true
that you, my friend, are human too
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