I missed you friend,You have been missed;
As humans do a human trick.
You did not hear the news, good friend?Sleep is not anymore essentialNor food, nor water, nor shelter, nor skies
For everything eventual is instrumental,
Just an ensemble cast in life’s potential,
I’ve heard the news, though I won’t call it good
The stage is no more forgiving than hell.
And ringing this bell won’t shadow my failures.
The sound of this tailored act of illusion is nothing but an intrusion in time.
There’s no better record of your scars or mine than our words.
And what we’ve written only stretches so far.
And what we’ve said could leave such bold scars.
So hold your tongue and lift your pen.
There’s nothing but time for us to write in.
With actions, not words.
Let’s be verbs, you and I.
I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, if ever you decide to doubt my benefit.