i wrote a story the other day,
but the main character had nothing to say.
he had nothing to do and no games to play.
i would say that he had no friends,
that he was alone to the bitter end,
but i know better.
he had one good friend,
a real go-getter.
this friend was fine,
but he walked a fine line,
only responsible some of the time.
i wrote a story the other night,
but the main character got into a fight.
he had a friend to protect and a reason to bite.
i would say that he was wrong,
that he had been crazy all along,
but i know otherwise.
he was real strong,
but it was a trick of the eyes.
his friend was pale,
and seemed pretty frail,
looking a bit like a ghost in a veil.