Treasures Are Real

Friends. 

We laughed, we cried, all on that one shoulder,

That shoulder that conceals vented feelings, and buried ones.

That one shoulder,

It helped me to become a little wiser, and a little bolder.

That one shoulder.

Unconscious are those wide-opened mouths,

Those mouths,

Don’t give a penny to what others think,

Those mouths,

Let go of bad feelings receding within.

And endless happiness to those blank faces they bring.

Those conversations,

Set hearts free of the bars of stress,

Those conversations,

Turn tears into chuckles,

anger to compassion, fear to pride,

Those conversations,

calm down a high tide.

That madness,

That insanity,

Are a work of unconscious happy minds,

That madness,

That insanity,

Are imperfectly perfect,

With the right people of the right kind.

Those people,

Those are human diaries,

Those people,

Held my hand when I was about to fall,

Those people,

Are the craziest and wisest of all.

Those people are who I call friends.

Who is my go-to place,

For be it any phase.

¨The sanity in the insanity is spectacular with the right people.¨