I surrounded myself with people
Who I thought looked like me
Whose painted faces
Looked just like how I tried to paint mine
But where others covered there pain
With a mask
I just asked my pain
Why cant I paint
Two decades of friendships
Forged in fire and suffer
And brotherhood and heroism that
Decided the fire wasn't going to be enough
Huh
How long did that last
Trace the path through the woods back
And the file "adult" didn't unfold with the map
Its funny that we never considered
The aftermaths
Of time, space, separation
Disillusion, security, and all of the isms
That we want to blame for this is why
And this is it
And we dont try for real anymore.
I once believed
I had a brother
Not even from another mother
Not even, but more to me than my own brother
I once believed
And there is no one Id rather talk to right now
In my insomnia
Than the brother I chose
Who had unchosen me