Strangers

Was it a dream or a reality,
that we were once friends to that degree.
A common frequency, a perceived one,
that we used to have.
How have you became a stranger to me?

Kindness I believed in, never doubted.
Regardless all the tauntings, suspicions of the surrounding.

Reality and dreams, they don't really tally.
I can always put on the make up and smile sweetly,
beneath which the guilt that I carry with me.
It's ok, it's alright, I can always use my memory.

Go, go with the wind, the image of inaccuracy,
illusions and dreams of contingency.
Do not let it zap your energy.
Let it go with the wind, the truth,
the troubled waters of animousity.