Peter Pan - The Rock

FRIENDS

I\'m not here to make friends.
Much less, make amends.
Not here to convert...
Or worse...
Distort and pervert.

Many friends,
Many pretends,
Some... different trends...
Certain things, never my plans.

Friends, should care...
About the friend\'s family...
Or not really?
Is that rare?
Or rather silly?

Friends, should be honest,
Truthful and decent...
Ok... maybe some, not recent,
Today, Tonight, I do enjoy, being the lonest...
Better alone, than in bad company, the present.

If... you wish to be my friend.
To add me, keep me company, chat with me...
Fine by me... I won\'t resent.
But... my life has taught me...
Friends are not always a present or, present.

Some people disguise their intentions...
And may have, own agendas, hidden connections.
Friends may have... many faces.
It\'s not always easy... to see... all the traces.
So... friend you may be... or a sworn enemy.

People can stab you in the back...
Make you feel, an ugly duck... quack, quack, quack.
Very well... I may be an ugly duck...
In truth never had much choice... certainly no luck.
If... true friends... were such, maybe they would care much.

I\'m not here... to make friends.
Or... create resents.
If you wish to be...
Something like an enemy...
Well... you are free.

I\'m not here...
In this sphere...
To make you believe...
In anything... or a seed.
People see, what they wanna see.

I\'m not here...
To boast about religion...
Or tradition...
Or... superstition,
Or... conviction.

I\'m not here to make friends...
Write poetry, yes, computer, by my hands...
But honestly, really... absolutely no plans.
Read if you want, love, hate, like, dislike, disgust.
One thing is real... few things are eternal... they turn dust.

One true friend I had in my life...
But they separated me, with a \"knife\".
Then sometimes... we met each other...
Then he would leave... to our common horror.
One day... he asked me to stay...
Like always... everyone but me... said nay.

After a while... my friend was gone...
Sometimes I could see him, sitting alone.
Wished I would have kept him company...
But... poor helpless me...
Unfortunately... never really... a working bee.

Lots of things I should have done...
Other things... well... not some.
My good, kind, only true friend, probably gone.
Still... I don\'t blame God... or the one you call His son.
MAN... yes... those I can blame, some, guilty, of what they done.

I\'m not here to make friends...
Absolutely no pretends...
Or even to find love...
Below or above. 
Some pretty dove.

I\'m here to do... some work.
Even if it places no food, in my fork.
Feel free to call me, imbecile, stupid and a dork.
To threaten me, insult me, or show me, 
how you love, or hate pork.

I\'m not here to praise GOD...
I would find that... very odd.
And... if I do so... amuse you...
No problem... I excuse you.
Convince you... no! Not even to show.

I enjoy, writing, poetry...
Sometimes I feel, a necessity.
Someone said to me... write.
And publish... I thought... why the need?
After a while... Fine! Just do it!

As you all can see...
You all can see...
As some of you think...
Or don\'t think...
As some may believe,
Or never believe...
Those are not the reasons...
I\'m here.

Hate me...
Don\'t care about me...
Like me... be a friend
Love me... be really sweet and kind.
Threaten me, say terrible things, be an enemy.

That\'s not... why I\'m here.
I may like some of some people\'s poetry.
I may comment, and I\'m open to all sorts of comments.
But not here to make friends...
Or even find... love.
Actually these days... have learned to enjoy...
Being completely or almost alone.

You are free to be my friend,
if you wish...
But I won\'t go seeking...
I can read your poetry, give a peeking...
I like it... sure, a little heart.
And for many reasons...
I may comment.

These... such are the facts...
I\'m not here to make, pacts.
Or... take some naps.
I enjoy reading and writing.
And I\'m very tired... of some, all the lying.
Extremely tired... of some dying...
And... quite unhappy with all the fighting.

Peace... to all those that deserve so.

I\'m not here... to make friends.