we’ve been friends
(more like acquaintances)
for so long
maybe time really has something
some special meaning
a reason behind all those years
does the origin really matter?
oh well i’ve forgotten how it all started
they say there’s a reason for everything
even the no. of hair strands you have
or the reason why you fell on the stairs
there’s always a reason. big or small
that’s why we study history
if it isn’t that important
then why would we waste time on it?
does ‘that’ amount of time we’ve been friends means patience?
is it testing our ‘waiting’ skills?
or am i just making things up?
does it even have a meaning in the first place?
i really wonder how it all started
because i can’t seem to remember any of it
no first memory of it all
what i have now is from the recent past
i hope you like being ‘friends’ with me
(because i do)
and if not,
then i’m making a big fool of myself
oh well. these are hard times
you can’t cook without the ingredients
you can’t eat without food
i wonder if these trivial things interests you
you love thinking right?
you always seem to have something on your mind
oh, i’m being annoying again
i can’t help it
i’m full of questions myself
i wonder what you’re thinking at this moment
i’ll never know right?
what did you have for lunch?
care for some coffee?
let’s take a break