Surely you want your friends to succeed?

but competition taints the scene 

of our dreams 

and we scheme 

in jealous ways 

hoping to better our friends 

that we sometimes dislike 

I wish I wasn’t always last

mitigating circumstances cast

me into what seems like last place 

a friendly face.

 

I wish kind strangers weren’t kinder than our friends

I wish I knew the forest I belong in from the trees 

because I know my blood bleeds like sap

and I hate to be made to feel like crap

by competitive friends 

or those who compete or compare 

we are all on a journey 

to our eventual destination 

but a bit of kindness and compassion wouldn’t go amiss 

or a hug or maybe even a kiss…