Sometimes I wish all my friends were those whom I really knew,
It seems everyday I find out the ones I can trust are only a very few,
If only I would have known the close friend I have is only close for everything other than friendship,
Maybe I would not have gotten close to her only to find out I was only the means to another objective,

What if the desire to be close really blinded my eyes?
What if I already had the feeling that all the smiles were hiding those little seductive lies?
What if I did all of the bad things to my own self, thinking it was someone else’s fault sometimes?
What if it was all ok in my head to go through it, maybe even knowing this journey might be comforting at times?

All this news of the holy wars and fight against the evil,
What about the fight inside of me to lead a normal life?
I’ve got problems of my own, including a soul that is corrupt from within,
How can a corrupt soul go on to save others when my own heart sometimes hurts like a knife?

Is it the person that attracts me, or the actions?
Is it the character that binds me, or the personality?
I am lucky to have someone to guide me when I am lost,
when most of the time, including now, my heart seems to be made up of frost.

I wish for the day when simplicity will be evident,
when people will say what they mean, they will do what they mean,
when a person you get close to will get close to you for the sake of friendship,
not for a piece of favor, and definitely not for the sake of signing a contract

“You will adhere to the rules of this contract till the day we stop meeting,
You help me the most since you trust me more,
and I help you in the least way possible since I trust you less,
Who cares if you are part my blood, or part my ethnicity, we are here to screw all levels of trust,
so let us be merry, not trust anyone, and definitely not trust each other.
Let us call each other friends, yet only know each other when one of us needs something the other one has,
Till then, be merry, not trust anyone, and definitely not trust each other.”

Such are the rules people want to live by,
Such are the hearts people use to reach for the sky,
Whether its success or satisfaction such a mentality achieves,
I am happy there is some hope in my heart that sometimes keeps me away from such thoughts which smell of mischief
Let us be merry, I say, but also trust each other if we can,
for without trust we are all machines, with no feelings, no soul,
our actions devoid of any meaning in such a case, and our lives devoid of any aim,
Hold onto friends like the strongest of ropes,
it is easy to do one good deed in an entire life,
yet it is much easier to ruin things several times every single day for life.