Constantly on the go
Never time to simple be
Nor time to be in sync with reality
Reflections on when it all began
A time ago, we use to be friends
Now all we do is pretend
As if we don’t want it to end
At last, you ask me for an amends, and
This really all depends
If you’re willing to fight
A lack of drive, or
Sincere willingness to try
Then I want to say – goodbye
If you my dear, are sincere
Then show me the drive, and
Willingness to survive with
An Ability to forgive, and
A desire to mend a torn heart
Then friends shall be reborn, and
Our love will last until the end
