Easily altered his mind was
Tinkered with over time and
In the end he couldn’t remember
What really happened and
What didn’t ineffectual
Just to be loved and cared for
Turned into what can you
Give me do for me work for me
Nobody told me that what
You experienced was war the
Opposite of love
Meant for Hollywood
Born in the woods
Not much to write home about
Talented kid
Where did the rest of it go
All the good for nothing but stone
We had friendship
Somehow forgotten
We hand kinship
All of that vanquished
By the darkness
That couldn’t love what
That couldn’t accept
That wanted the worst
For the rest of us
And he woke up smiling
Remembering a different time
Washed over by forgiveness
In a way that no one needed to
Discover remission
Uncover compassion
Disasters of a plague
Family can do that
That’s why we make friends
© GÄ
Poétique 