Who will be my friend**, because no one really understands
this poem is just a device, from which my broken heart stems
with these words I now articulate, does my soul seek to take cover
looking for a real friend to have, willing to share the pain of another

Perhaps you too, having been made numb dealing with your concerns
subconsciously focused on healing your own pain, before it burns
then how can I earnestly ask of you, thinking I would be able to find
someone with the ability to help, maybe I myself am just blind

One who is a prisoner, is not free, nor himself in a position
he's trapped in that continuum, caused by his own condition
so I cry out in the only way I know how, this now my mission
hoping to be shown some light, these feelings need definition

Maybe I am delusional, not wishing to accept the fact
that there does not exist a friend, I could ever attract
then what prosperity awaits me, what are my hopes really worth
perhaps the truth I will find, when I am resting deep in the earth

How I must be a paradox, bold and yet full of contrition
thinking long and hard, I nevertheless came to this decision
yes I said what I have to say, but I know this pain is not my own
many of you reading this, whether you'll admit it, you too are alone

An answer exists, but only the strong-willed can discern
the weakness of the human ego, how easy for it to spurn
come off your high horse, for many it is too late
they lack the courage, that independent mind to concentrate

When all is said and done, loneliness of spirit is not exclusively mine
so I submit this proof, to you my dear reader, and let this be a sign
next time you feel on top of the world, where things couldn't be better
count the days that go by, before you too will be writing this same letter

A Loving Friend, You Were Always There**

Secrets are never spoken, but my tears with you have I shared
hesitating because your feelings were true, but you were scared
no one has ever told you, to you alone my love I have declared
your reaction was nothing short of surprise, you were unprepared

Love an ageless vehicle, capable of rejuvenating a soul once abused
having been caught off guard, unsure how to react, you were confused
when you left that day, deep emotions you never realized you had arose
the hurt that I felt that day, upon you I would not have allowed to impose

That warm embrace, that was our pillar of friendship, something that we always shared
as a loving friend you were always there, knowing you loved me, because you cared
now that it has been two months without you, I can't live on in my world, the unknown
return to me, and share with me once again your love, or forever will I remain alone

Do not ignore my love, it longs for your tenderness, a time when body and soul will unite
this love that was first kindled when we were both young and naive, to once again ignite
let the world grow old and let her seas dry out, my heart pines for your love at every turn
forever hoping to find this love in your happiness, and your closeness never again to yearn

Utopia Must Be An Invention of the Mind**

I have searched long and hard, trying to find that place
where peace and serenity, in our world may yet grace
a chance to meet a dream come true, if only for a few
where pain and suffering are gone, and will never renew

Then I realized, this Utopia I seek, on a map will not be found
still an undiscovered world, whose contemplation will confound
finding some comfort, the thought of my soul ascending on high
no longer to be troubled, suffering on earth never again to decry

A world exists but not for the living, to experience this garden of delight
a place where the happiness of life's dreams, will satiate your appetite
where fear and worries cease, hope and desire now become your reality
trials and tribulations throughout life, ending with that long awaited finality

Maybe Utopia really does exists, but only with extreme effort can you hope to say, it you have acquired
but most people refuse to commit, unwilling to put in the time and effort that is unquestionably required
how mistaken we often are, thinking we can still remain happy, giving up by settling for that much less
only up to the point we are once again challenged, and our daily events again cause us all of our stress

To understand why so many people never seem to be satisfied, no matter what they have, it is never enough
first we must acknowledge the answer might be found in the lies people believe, but most of them are a bluff
Utopia must be an invention of the mind, convincing itself that feelings of joy and happiness are close at hand
seemingly it might then be prudent to maintain this self-deception, since this is what our egos really demand

Although it has been stated time and again that Utopia does not and can not exist, yet we still continue to dream
coming to teach us this great lesson in human psychology, how much for happiness' sake, we're willing to scheme
yet we can take note to the fact that despite our varying differences, this human condition remains constant in us all
our primary need for true happiness is why we can rest assured, invisible Utopia we will forever continue to recall