Keep Your Friends Your Friends
Gradually life became about survival
suddenly my friends became my rivals
don’t see them now, think they’re my enemies?
That they'll never be, they’re treasured memories.
Would I go back and alter?
Maybe small altercations
but feel forever blessed to
have had friends so amazing.
And though some did me wrong
maybe I did them too
we’ll leave that stone unturned
to preserve and not chew.
In all fairness to have had our paths link up for so long,
creating so much before it all went wrong
is really rare and special,
we lived on the same level,
the pitfalls and perils
as we smoked ourselves sterile.
On different paths now
as our distant laughs sound
in memories less loud
a group of friends once proud.
These people I can never side against,
how the power of the past prevents,
can never hate these ladies and gents,
after all they made up my greatest events.
Because...
Over time life becomes about survival,
suddenly your friends become your rivals,
don't ever allow them become your enemies,
walk away and keep them as good memories,
because one kind not to store in your memories,
are the many you meet out to be enemies,
these people are nothing but your rivals,
keep your friends your friends it aids survival.
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