My Sometimes Friend

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

Hail Mary

The end of the game neared
We set up
Ready to go
With one last hope

We set up
Receivers going long
Steady hands required

Ready to go
The play began
The clock finished

With one last hope
I flung the ball
Praying for a catch

Keeping a Promise

It's a tough promise to keep
But I must stand by my word
On this principle I stand strong
And in doing so I've cowered
I've run away from a great good
Hiding where the light won't find me
Allowing the evil to eat away
So then perhaps you'll be happy

The Kane Mutiny

My ship has been sailing along for many miles,
And we are traveling through the Cape of Storms.
"Captain," a crew member comes to me and says,
"This ship has been wonderful, she really performs
But we've come across some trouble I've found
It seems as though our hull has been breached
Water is coming into our boat and she'll surely sink.
Quickly, change course, we'll be safe if we're beached."
"No," I replied, not taking a moment of thought,
"We carry onwards despite our vessel's flaw.
We've got ourselves an expert on board,
Perhaps she'll fix it with some straw."
The crew turned against me as the words left my mouth
A mutiny against me with their blades all drawn out
Control of my ship was then mine no longer
All because of a foolish fit of self-doubt

Giving Up

There was a time when I had hoped
And it isn't exactly gone I suppose
But there then comes a moment
When one must only act on what he knows

There's no good reason for blind faith
Nor starry-eyed idealism and trust
Never forget to take care of yourself
To stand alone and ever robust

A giving of yourself to another
Can be an act showing great love
But always do it wisely
Lest you sing like the mourning dove

Patience

Patience will be rewarded
Or so I have been told
But this patiently waiting
Has quickly worn old
I want what I want
But while I hate to wait
It's no time to fight
Or meddle with fate

Fear of Loss

There are some people in life
That you never want to lose
But to avoid needless strife
You eventually have to choose
Purely to hope and trust
That there will be no end
This is an absolute must
To really love your friend