He waits and waits for a manifested date

A trait of friendship to come forth from you

A layer of opaque equates to the earthquake

You have shaken deep in the walls of his heart

Pressure is not wanted but still it shakes

So call and prepare defenses

Picket fences you can’t commiserate

Or show and require false pretenses

Like a locked door your solitude obscures

When friends ask you aren’t sure

Because in your heart you know you’re impure

As cold as the crisp dealings

A sight through smell of your past feelings

Bent lens and bent view

The broken may stay broken

But you can’t keep walking in his shoes

When you fall short on courage and fail to show your face

And you just can’t stop criticizing his restitution

The tiny fractions of your actions

Pro-active only to the path you safeguard and embrace

Words sprawled across the paper thick with paint

Look in the mirror because there’s no room to hesitate

When it comes to life and death every second you have you procrastinate

Written by Baz

14 May 2009