Known you for so long,
So many good times.
My friend, my friend
What happened?
I don't know how you think,
Nor how you see, or feel but,
My friend, my friend
May you remember one thing.
You have been deceived by your mind,
For that mountain you see ahead,
My friend, my friend,
Is but an ant hill in disguise.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust things I come up with. Take a journey into my thoughts, or don't. Whatever suits your current need. I add whenever I am struck with creative vibes.
