Amends

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