There is an understanding now;
the world can’t be your friend…
neither can those whom you do not make the effort for.
There is a kind of peace now;
your next chapter can’t begin…
when you cling still to those who won’t give you more.
Love is here, love is there…
we’re just scattered about everywhere,
battling this world and our own worlds,
as you can tell.
Trust is rough, yet just divine…
a shame we cannot compete with time,
From what used to be called friendship,
I wish you well.