Another one of those days.

Among other things remained the days
Of long forgotten friendships
Lives, thoughts and dreams
all mixed up and told as one.
The stories used to be the same,
the characters straight out of the book
All ready to face the world.

Somewhere in the middle
the path broke away and left the decision to each
each to his own, his own path to glory
one further away from the other
one close to each
and one furthest away from both

Independence to each
the paths met halfway for storytelling
one would talk while the others listened
and we were one again
for that split second which would last a lifetime

reminding them of the days that had passed
time spent alone
gaining confidence, trust and sympathy from time
lasting no longer than a day
their lives were waiting
nothing could stop them.

coming together again each time gloom struck
'fair weather friends' was no longer a term
strength, determination and courage
one stood for each
and all together.

the good old days
were never coming back
they were sick of being the only saviours
to men that once were
constantly being reminded of all the possibilities
that lurked, waited in their minds to happen
but some thoughts die waiting to become reality
and others never do
they just prod and pinch from their hidden layer
in the minds of whom they love
a constant reminder.

together one last time
the glory days were back
in the brain and the heart
it's never too late for company
feelings sought out dance with joy
they can roam free and limitless
love whomever, wherever, whenever they want.