I’m afraid of losing my best friend.
But I guess that’s how it is.
People pick and choose what they want.
And others get left behind.
Perhaps not intentionally
Maybe they wanted to take you too
but you’re not THE PLAN
you don’t belong with THE PLAN
just, somewhere along the way
reality crossed paths with their forever dreaming mind
and hooked up with opportunity, like gold
& they seize it like their last breaths of air
All for them
alone for them
but somehow you even have a plan of your own
washing the watercolors away of the life you once painted
your future, it seemed
and that’s just the way it is
its easy to follow your road to happiness
dare not look back to check for the ones behind you
because you have to do this
-for you
and it’ll be a sad day when we step off the road to see
just how far we’ve come
and you’ll realize how far back I am
at square one.
But you have to do what best for you
as for me; myself, and I.
but I’ll miss you
and I love you
and I’ll be seeing you
sometime.