what do you think I should do?
they heard me ask,
they don't talk much,
the silence deafening,
thinking,
prodding,
hoping they'd bear the answer.
they then turned towards me,
never have we been this close before,
the space between us smaller than before,
inching ever closer,
closer than before,
then whispered back,
what do you think I should do?
well that's my friends and I,
with these five I wouldn't want,
a reminder we don't get what we want,
thank you,
I whisper to them,
always there when I needed them.
These 4 green walls and blue ceiling,
watch over me,
listen to me,
shelter me,
my best friends,
my friends and I.
