Good Partner

"Stoics are the bones of us"

I spoke softly

To ease a roaring ocean

Tidal waves clawing for breath

Farewell to your beauty

Farewell to your heinous

Farewell to your sick

Farewell to your tears

Farewell to your bruises

Farewell to your unscathed girls

Farewell to your banks

Farewell to your dark parents

Farewell to your tantrums

Farewell to your legends

Farewell to your myths

Farewell to your science

Farewell to your godless prophet

Farewell to your rock

Farewell to your desperate brother

Farewell to your teen idols

Farewell to your fried feasts

Farewell to your business

Farewell to your Manipulation

Farewell to you at twenty

And I'll meet you with my one-line grin

Where still waters still run deep

Then perhaps you can call me friend

And I'll tell you about my dreams