Friends around me
Some true, some false
Some with a motive
And some with nothing better to do
Than to care
I ask myself
Am I aware
Of who's who
And who's true
Question myself whether it would be rude
To search for the hidden snake
I know exists somewhere
For I can feel it in the air
But alas, I have no time to stand and stare
A friend who lets me be
Doesn't talk to me
Doesn't bother me
Seems to be the dream
In times driven by greed,lust and money
And circumstances as sweet as poisoned honey
I wake up mid-daydream
Size up the individual offering her hand
Take it in mine
And introductions later,
Resumes the mind game which I play so fine...
