Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Friendship Bullshit

The worst is not to be alone
The worst is that nobody
Is relying on me

You don’t need any advice I could provide
Even if you say there’s no filter
About you and me
You don’t need me to take you back
From the storms you’re fighting alone
When you say we’re friend
Even if you say I am some unexpected meet

That’s all and I’m ok with that
I’m wrapped in a woolen blanket
No sounds are drilling in my dreams
I sit on a branch and you are all playing
If I am calling you will pick up my call

But it’s not what I was expecting
When I was born and they told me friendship
Or brotherhood or whatever you name it
Not to be alone was supposed
To be the one you need

The land is vast the land is huge
I have some memory of my murmur
The land is vast and the sun comes down
I will never take you for real