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…
