In the night
I have been thinking
When I sleep
I've been dreaming
About my old friends
No
It's not what you think
But can you believe
It's not a sound to be heard
My old friends are words
They make me whole
They fill the holes
That sadness can bring
Though my life is happier
The sadness is still a memory
A memory can be harmless
But it has the power to destroy
Or annoy
It all depends on your point of view
And few
Share mine
This time
I'll try to explain
My brain
And its happenings
A labyrinth
A maze
But I still have my friends
You chew them up
And you spit them out
And consider it speaking
Yet your logic is weakening
As you hear the truth
I have a task for you
To change that point of view
Assemble my old friends
And let's paint a picture