It hurts to think I hurt you
It tears me to the core
When what I wanted was to
Be your faithful friend and more.
I cannot always understand
The way your thoughts entwine
I cannot always comprehend
This complicated vine—
It goes by the name of "friendship"
And at times it blooms so bright
At other times it's frightening
Like a vision in the night.
Perhaps my life-long mission
Is to solve a hopeless crime:
The fact that there are endless words
And far too little time.
If I had a million years to live
Then that might be enough
To strengthen all my thoughts
And make them clear
And stronger stuff.
My list of what I offer
Cannot fill a single sheet
And you underestimate your worth
The truth is I'm a cheat.
Someday the dawn may tinge the world
And purify the land; someday, if there's
A miracle, then I may understand.
Until I grasp the ways of life
And differences in souls,
I'll possess my own in patience
And let aging take its toll.
The grand and awful sands of life
I still am doomed to tread
but I know a small oases--
I am not consumed with dread.
Your architect made tilted plans,
Your structure gives us pause;
You're certainly one of a kind
With dark and brilliant "flaws."
As long as you have water
You can really spare to lend
I will stay by this oasis and
I'll call you my true friend.