Are you my friend?
Like a karma chameleon
You come and go
I am here always
Stoic yet caring
And reaching to you
I'd call you the tide
But you are not
I know when the tide is in
You are more curious
Convenience brings you
Perhaps just a whim
We can talk
Just as old friends
But then you are gone
Blended into your surroundings
Disappeared like the magician
And I wait for the day
When your head pops out of the ground
For another brief time
With my sometimes friend
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