Friendship is a great conspiracy
Against the entire world.
The world often seems to deceive
But the problem is misunderstood beliefs.
I have a feeling, for an object that can only receive.
By the end of the thought I am old,
And the feelings are long gone.
But the innocence, isn’t what the feeling cost.
I’d rather be someone’s great idea to covet,
Never seen and then completely gone.
I would rather be a friend
Than some stranger bound to the wind.