‘What do they want?’ I say to myself, my mind full of wonder
When I want them they rain on me and send the full force of their thunder
Is it nice to be nice when nine times of ten they tend to just ignore me?
I would like to explain, except their brains can’t entertain what I see.
If you’re loud and proud pushing on they ponder but say nothing
If you ‘re a recluse and want a noose they have nails for your coffin
You try to be the bigger person, breaching the benefit of doubt
You help them out, they scream and shout and ask what you’re all about.
Back and forth, forward and back this track has no ending
To and fro, high and low and it’s from my back I’m bending
For people who position themselves in prime priority places
From my view and I’ve seen a few, fake friends have many faces
If they’re distant, close or always there, an avalanche of ache awaits
Supreme, mean or a friendly queen, you may not always be mates
Agendas are the governance of life, they ruin love and laughter
I just want a free friendship that will last to the hereafter.