A momentary lapse of concentration slipped me back into murky waters, for a little while.

My Friend

I remember we were passing letters, notes.
There was a water stain,
blurred the words you wanted to say.
I knew you cried when you wrote.
You were brave but you were sold.
That I ain't the man you should keep hold.

I still keep the letters and notes.
I see the creases, like parallel lines,
left in place of your tear.
Reminds me of how you have moved on, braved on.
You must have had a rough ride,
but I'm glad you're alright.

I've seen you smile since then,
not personally, but definitely.
You must live on like this.
Only then I will feel less of a joke.
Four years and counting,
to make sure I truly love the next one.

Enchanted by the challenge no one understands.
Be right there when I call you,
be right there when I show you,
I'm happy again,
my friend.

Why are we chasing the high life, when all we want is a good life?

I'm gonna stop chasing the high life, 'cos all I want is a good life. This is a promise to myself.



Really B.o.B.? Seriously, really? *Thumbs down* I'd rather live within my means, with the girl of my dreams. Bye, high life dreams.