Friend And Foe

These things occur, now and again.
I made them foes, those who’d be friends.

Is what I had, just not enough?
A song I played, from smooth to rough?

All that I do, all that I’ll be.
All while I wait, so patiently,

For perfect ploys, for perfect plays.
While life moves fore, mine fades away.

Will it ever, be without flaws?
Would that be a-gainst any laws?

Maybe I should, just make some do,
With what I have – naught or the few?

Maybe I should, try to gain more,
From much less than, I had before?

I seem to drown, in all my ails.
Seeking incen-tive to prevail.

I focus on, all that I lack,
But for the means, the means to act.

I can act soon, I can act now.
I can act as, this time allows.

All of these things, ‘ligning against,
Against what I, I represent.

Will I allow, ails to dictate,
All that I am, all I’ll create?

Will I stand up, will I stand firm?
Will I make this, something to learn?

Why I am here, why I am free.
Why right now is, so perfectly,

Aligned with fate, found once again,
Where my foes be-come my best friends.

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