Sailing in my Relation Ship

Failure is a close friend, always at my feet
Winning is a long time idol, I chase but never meet
Order is an acquaintance, we met in ‘99
Love is an uncaged bird, it often passes by
Hope is a professional, you need an appointment if you want to meet
Irony is a classmate, actually, closely related to defeat
Cunning is a warrior, we bump shoulders in the street
Wicked is a former lover, I run from in my sleep
Good and evil are my family but they constantly move around, never settle down
These relationships define me, why they always seem to find me
Though Its time to go this is sounding rather whiney