Gratitude morphs, into casual indifference,
I've turned ungrateful, would be a wrong inference.
Over the years, one loses touch, relationships stall,
One party becomes big, and the other feels small.
Bonhomie morphs, into measured distance,
Friends become apologists, for their political stance.
The shared passion once, is overshadowed by differences galore,
Each adamant not to get pulled, in the others drama / folklore.
Respect morphs, into blatant suspicion,
Not just actions, you question motives for one.
Did he purposely neglect me, or better still insult,
If we act so differently, are we after the same result?
People morph, you are no longer what you meant,
I've morphed myself, we're no longer sacrosanct.
No comments:
Post a Comment