Friends of mine…

Unlike before, I don’t abuse him anymore

But Silence has stopped speaking back to me

Have to cheer him up

So that we can again sleep under the same tree

They say true friends are hard to come by

Yet I have had a lot of them.

They are all a little shy

But I always speak for them.

Sometimes I wonder if the clear sky is laughing at me

But we still hang out a lot and let the lazy days just be

He promises me two extra-large wings and an escapade

But today I am way too busy to run and fade

Busy making peace with the loneliness, singleness

I still find it hard though to get their sarcastic awesomeness

Even now when I walk along an empty street

Sometimes I just love catching a Nirvava tune…

Coz it hardly matters if anyone cares to listen to this git

I still have the empty street and the silver moon…

In our world we bitch around, 
we get into brawls boldly

But soon we become friends again

Coz we might be different but we are all very lonely