What are friends.
If they don’t inspire you?
If they don’t reflect back what was freely given
Without an expectation of a ROI.
Friends are always there, their presence not predicated
when they need something, as they callously sling
The painful darts of…
Let me, gimme, I need, can you?
As these words
Cut deeper than any knife…
When a mere “How are you doing?” would have sufficed.
The dialogue is organic, unforced and is food for the soul.
If they aren’t there to speak truth, when truth is not
Or we for that matter, want to hear.
Friends don’t fear the gray area of bruised egoes.
Their focus is selfishlessness, making you…
And in that, lies our empowerment.
Time and distance are impervious…
the power, majesty and dedication that is the manifestation of
How many of us have them?
Or is it that we are asking the wrong question?
Should the query be….
Friends, how many of us obfuscate and unjustly
bestow that title to those who are unworthy of it?
Is it unfounded
to call those who only masquerade as such
to acquire the benefits
while neglecting to make a equal investment in the endeavor.
Is it fair to call them our enemies?
Or is it that they are enemies
to the institution
to the idea
to the very foundation of