He was the one to bring us together.
How symmetric for the same to draw us apart.
A shifting magnetic field.
Once positive. Then not.

How odd.
What went in came out.
Nothing gained nothing lost.
But the matter itself - a kaos.

Like a storm.
Inside you feel change.
But at the end nothing lost nothing gained.
All the same matter, just scarred, rearranged.

Was the fight worth the storm?
Was there a point?
If it took away
the friends that it brought?

I thought he was the story.
Really, he was just the opening shot
that started the battle
of the beautiful friendship of us.

Like a hot day, like a cold night
seemed it would always last.
But finally, also like them
the same <he> brought <it> to an end.

Like a storm.
Inside you feel change.
But at the end nothing lost nothing gained.
All the same matter, just scarred, rearranged.

Was the fight worth the storm?
Was there a point?
If it took away
the friends that it brought?