Ole Friend

I don't want to talk forever 

Seems like I haven't spoken...

In forever

The hell with crying for even a moment 

What's a moment of crying

When the harm remains

If I could wrap today in laughter...

I would...

What a day...every day

If I could wrap just one...

One day with laughter 

It's not like I haven't tried

Damn if I haven't tried

In doing so is the very reason I hardly cried

Like the many spoken words

The many tears vanishes in mid air

It's hell to breath

When living escorts you to death

I don't want to be needed

Especially when I'm unfamiliar with being wanted

And I've fought for the very I needed...

Just to be wanted

Such a vicious cycle of endless repetition 

Even with such awareness 

I'm a convicted felony of emotional repetition 

With an early dawning approaches an reoccurrance

Materializing with the evolution of me

For every second I laughed 

There is another I hide behind a smile 

Hoping for another morning 

Reinvigorated by a visit from an ole acquaintance...