You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow...

There is a fire inside you that burns
A restless force of eternal concerns...

Look around, people mired by familiar sound
Welcoming intentions it grows, watch it compound...

A tortured mind lies within
A tortured soul it’s only kin...

Picture perfect pleasantries, parade of games.
Someone secretly scheming, silent are the names...

I sleep well, occasionally
Doing my best to prevent it...

What we are was forged together
With open minds we grow forever...

There is only one
One time to set a path...

Out of sight, out of mind
Never content with new ideas you find...

Time knows no bound
Your thoughts carry sound...

Nine years, gone in a blur
Too often you put up with a jerk...

How much can one take
That’s a heavy burden can you carry...