my friend
she laughs at me
for believing
there is a prince amongst the frogs

she calls me the dreamer
she is the realist
black and white
i am the optimist
a rainbow

my friend
she laughs with me
our lives
have taken
different paths
yet
our lives have been the same

so what becomes of the optimist ?
or the realist ?
they keep looking
always searching

for in the end
it may only be
when they are dying
they finally realise
what they truly had

what we had
what we missed
what we lost.