What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down?
    They hold you down when you try to excel.
         They treat you rudely in the face of kindness.
              They even remember the day you fell and almost became headless.              
              Friends keep your soul shackled when everything seems to be tugging.
         Friends remind you that living isn't such a hassle.
    Friends keep you happy and that's a lot.
What are friends if not weights meant to hold you down.

I Manifest destiny from grains of dirt, a stroll in the park.
I make malleable metal into massive mechanisms, the magic of the mind.
Maybe i'm over thinking, the dark brings madness of a different kind.

You find gluttony a desirable trait, something you love.
You develop tactics to keep practice, deceits a heavy fellow.
Maybe i'm over thinking, but above the bar lies a melody so mellow.

We remember you and i, a mystical like enchantment.
We recall Monday and Friday, a monotonous like routine.
Maybe i'm just lonely, but this parchment can't continue to repel the tears filled with saline.

Burning cigarettes and brisk weather; that's my definition of winter.
Or was that fall? My days have blent together until now one is all.
For my country for my kin, is that my only drive.
I've accumulated anger just to remember i'm alive.

We are born to die, as all of you should know. We are born to live as well though.
So why should i continue in a world devoid of virtue?
Who knows what a demon will resort
to.  

Never an answer, never even close.
i guess i'll just trek on and search from coast to coast.

Lonely days are only followed by saddness
Happy days only end in loneliness
Friends make life bareable
But bareable still takes it toll

You can find love birds in the meadow
Hiding from the sun in the trees shadows
The seasons change faster then ever believable
Trees only help in the summer swole

You remember the crisp night air,
The same air that could spark or ensnare
Emotions only run so deep
Thought lasts longer then you think.

Square tiles, my eyes burn you through.
Alone isnt so empty when the ravens coo.
Eye contact broken like grenades with no pin.
Lust exploding wait, that story is already fin-
Eshed like it was echeted out of existance.
A forgotten memory that continues with persistence.
The law of the jungle says the strongest survive.
But strength means nothing when your barely alive.

Everything becomes nothing.

During the final moments equality shows.

A certain sense of symmetry has been reached.

Outer walls of granite are breached and laid to waste.

Perfectly pasted pieces placed pleasantly.

Trial say hello to error.
Destiny plays it's part.
Together they make music, no art.
Apart, separated, alone. 
All of which remain synonyms for the Impossible. 
Success is never guarenteed, the percentage is unknown.
Failure is to common, the ying improbable.
Everything shrouded in black. Nothing. Question. 
Effort never put to waste,
At least if you learn a lesson.