The Prospect

by *from*yesterday*   Jul 8, 2007


If everything happens for a reason,
Then why are some things meant to be?
If everything happens because of destiny,
Then why can’t we control it?

To find the reason,
For the things that have happened,
Would be wasted time on your part,
For you can never know.

To understand the meaning of something,
Is hard to distinguish
To embrace what ever conclusion arises,
Is impossible to understand.

We can look at the stars,
And ask the world why me?
We can ask for any question,
But will never get an answer

They shine for us,
Every single one is an entity.
You can not compare them to anything.
Nor will you be able to hold one tight.

Every word has a meaning behind it,
Whether we understand it or not,
Is not up to us to know.
But perhaps to know it exists is.

Dwelling within two bodies,
That share a single soul.
Is the meaning of a friend,
Whether real or fake.

Yet for one to be real,
You must be real yourself,
For a friend to all,
Is a true friend to none.

For happiness in your life,
You may look to a friend,
But for the truth of it all,
Look within your heart.

The words that are spoken so often,
Together and forever, never and apart.
Sometimes spoken through words,
Often said through harmony.

The undeniable promise,
The one that will never break,
The plead to not forget,
The truth to never disappear.

The nights we will forget,
With the people we cherish.
Are the times we hold dear,
And protect within our hearts.

Those who promised to be with you forever,
Are those that brought the tears,
Until you finally meet that one special person,
Just to understand why it all happened.

Once the friendship is gone,
You will understand what you lost,
But once someone comes back into your life,
You realize how much you miss them.

Best friends are always together,
But good friends are not.
The distant and capability to keep it
Is what makes it so heartfelt, truthful, and honest.

But all these words,
Can not merely sum up friendship,
For the feeling within
Cannot be written on paper, or spoken with words.

They are that one star in the sky,
You never know where it is,
But a feeling inside you tells you,
That they are always there for you.

That one star that catches your eye,
You do not choose it or decide upon it.

For we may have met by chance,
But it was by choice that we became friends.

**dunno if it makes sense, i jsut randomly started writing and came up with this...**

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