in unexpected common hours

unfortunately i feel that memories will fade

and it's strange

to know my mission is not defined by living

although my past will slowly fade to new memories

there is a power within

to find my wishes

and true i may have to work

but the dismay will not be conjured

by thoughts and goodbyes

since farewells become necessary to meet again

certain for friends

that we'll greet it with a smile and a hug

it will be somewhere on our journey

that news will make us pause

yet there's knowledge that something better waits

in unexpected common hours

i've run into friends

don't think of this as us never being

given the chance to succeed

since our success is defined by patience

and illusion without the negative connotation

we've learned to be ourselves

and don't be afraid to sit and contemplate for a while

time becomes a thief

when we allow someone else's story to control us

but somehow along the way and down the road

we've come to realize we're writers and philosophers

psychiatrists in the psychology of being you and me

unfortunately memories of playing with friends will fade

and it's strange

to know that although they may we did smile while we played