Though everything I knew is forgotten.
From what we never knew.
Lies they blot out lies.
Convincing us there's graceless
eventuality.
When all we ever knew is mistaken.
We live for the first time when we
realize what lies we've had.
Scared shitless like deer in headlights
not knowing where we're going.
Just knowing that we're really screwed.
You think that's why we waste our hopes
with drunken lies.
Convincing ourselves there's grace to
follow after.
Though honestly we make grace
ourselves.
Tell a friend that helps you, you're
thankful.
Buy them a card or give them something
meaningful.
Like a painting or a piece of art to
show you appreciate them.
As you'd still be lost and fearful
without their help.
Some people live through life not
knowing the goodness in people.
They give favor like encouragement
holding dollars for favors.
Never knowing that sometimes people
care because they care.
We're all in this life together
evidently.
Though you always have to show someone
you're worth helping.
Knowing in their minds you'll
appreciate it and give back later.
It's never right to forget the people
which help you be helped.
You think that's what separates good
people from greater people.
Good people thank those which help them
greater people make them know how thankful they are.
I think one day I'm going to make my
friends a monument of words and praises.
So they'll know how great I know them
to be.
I'll call it thanks and be forgotten.
Not from what I am but from what I'm
not.
For good people see the good in people
and friends see how the good can be made better.
For the things we are not are not what
make us good friends.
It's the things friends know to be good
about us and see every single day.
For that is why you always
unconditionally appreciate the good people in your life.
They see you for who you are and know
you to be worth knowing in their lives as a friend.
For that money can never buy and that
is a gift which is priceless.
I'm making my friends something great
in my life and it may be a book someday to write for them.
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