Sunday, January 23, 2011

Like scaffolding on a building, you will always have support.

What happened to those days of old, when I was young and so bold?

What happened to my brave young face, where did it go? Where is that place?

I feel like that, in my learning, all I’ve done is learnt a yearning…

To go back, to being young and free, I oh how I hate mature me…

Where do I go when I need help? Its like I’m wading through problem kelp.

I’m in a sea of doubt and fear, of what? I don’t know, listen dear…

I struggle fairly, you do too… This is why I ask of you…

Struggle with me, be my friend, we’ll drown together til the end.

I know it sounds rather morbid, but in fact its not so sordid.

We are a kin, a friends of type, the bestest ever its no hype.

I’ll hold your hand as we drag down, because with you, I’ll never frown.

To be alone that is a valid fear, but you won’t be when I am near.

Like a majestic whale breaching, you can bet I’ll be teaching…

That like me, you are in shit, but together we’ll get through it…

Like two peas, within a pod, I look at you and I nod…

An affirming smile for you, you see, that you and I are meant to be…

Two friends of which can hold these hands, together through these harsh harsh lands…

With support and many laughs, well tackle through, like the sturdiest of glue…

I have my doubts, I sometimes fear, that what’ll I say you’ll not want to hear…

But I think, and I remember, of us two, you are a member.

There is nothing of which we can say, of which the other will be like “HEY?!”

Because of this supernatural bond, like dinosaurs and ghosts in a pond…

We can say the most outlandish things, and with this privilege, to us it brings…

A feeling of trust and odd being, that what we’re witnessing and seeing…

Is support and a caring smile, which in the end is all worth while…

Like squids in heat, or rats that plague, together we will be so vague…

Like rocks that roll, down the hill, we’ll never falter in our will…

To look after, one another, like a bestial lion mother.

So my dear, come on down, I’ll help you go from this tired frown...

To a gradual, growing smile, where like crocodiles on the nile,

You’ll be content and cheery, no longer sad and teary…


We'll be laughing and sashaying, like a crazy lady with her cats playing.

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