i've learned to be cautious while making friends
i'm always awaiting a shift in transmission
suddenly off to a new condition
there are so many it seems i can't keep track
all of whom claimed the same fate
pebbles rolling off the edge of a crack
my abyss it seems has a high rate
a magnet attracting what all will be
the worst of possibilities for me
will he open his mouth? will she make a good foe?
they're all crucial facts i've got to know
before i make a grand gesture or commit to something
since i know about them next to nothing
who can tell where things will go?
in two months will we be like sugared dough
or will we give each other vacant stares
indicating that neither cares?
it all owes to my cynicism accumulated
from such strong bonds that dissipated
or were they strong to begin with? one must question
still whether or not i've learned my lesson:
be always prepared for the smooth transition
to the friends to enemies coalition