To A Friend
Sometimes we stop and look around at our life
and realize that it doesn't belong to us.
Sometimes we can stop that and run to a friend and cry
and listen to them say that everything's gonna be okay.
And sometimes we can't.
During these times, a lie slowly strengthens
a fatal trap about us. Unbeknownst to us, it hasbeen pulling
us into a pit of despair. The people we look to
are immune, and walk over that pit like it was made
of stone. And our "only" rescue refuses to explore
the world beyond the edge of the coffee cup.
Yet, when all of the world collapses, rescue comes
from the most unexpected places.
We plead the setting sun, but hope comes from
the dark, riding on a horse of pure midnight black.
And up until the moment we see them for who they really are,
they are invisible to our narrow sight.
And they can't pull us onto their horse and ride off into
the sunset, because the sun has fallen asleep.
But they can help us through the coldest of the night
with their jacket of security.
And when we struggle, they will be there
to lift our heads and turn us toward
the hesitant tendrils of sunlight creeping across the sky.
Even if you fall into the trap again,
they will be there to rescue you
from yourself.
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