Friend of Mine (2)

Passion Illusioned

I speak of story with a hope that others will see it too.

It is a story of passion and the absence of it too.

It is a story of a Friend of Mine.

So depressing that I hope to drown in wine.

A strong flame burning amidst the dying wax

A stong will even to resist paying tax.

It is a story of a Friend of Mine,

There is nothing else to rightfully whine.

He filled his mind with the right stuff,

and his heart was really tough.

He saw a vision for a major change,

Yet blocking his path was a major bane.

What a bane it was,

What a pain it cause.

Now the Friend of Mine,

Has nothing but to sigh.

He yelled for fairness,

It gave him blankness.

He yelled for justice,

It gave him a cirrhosis.

No-one cared what he has done,

All they want is fun fun fun.

No-one knew what he want,

All they do is swim under the sun.

"I hate the feeling,"

Yet many stuff he has to continue dealing.

"What am I doing all these for?"

The Friend of Mine banged his head onto the wall.

"Why no-one seems to understand?"

Stop disturbing him can?