you make your move.
its all hands on deck.
time to change.
change your clothes.
you want to smile.
you are changing socks and people.
some friends aren't friends at all.
small talk in the cellar doors .
you are the topic.

i have to say some and very few friends
and family are true to you.
its those relationships that grow.

the others die like yesterdays tomato's.
rotting and hanging on the vine.
their unhappy judgement
their empty promise of support.
growing further away.....

...but I kept trudging to a new land.
to sunshine, and the land of plenty.

there was she of course, that perfectly perfect love, that loved me without judgement. she just wanted me to be happy while
she was on her journey too.

happiness was the  promise land.
new socks and new shoes.
a few old friends and family that really loved you.
...and a whole host of new ones too.

i'm happy.

truly happy.