an Island in the eye

An Island in the Eye

Why do Friends have to make a turn sly
And keep constantly a circle to bind,
All of others in their modest lie?
Have the truths we told met demise, by the sun's scold?
Or have the ships sailed before sank with crew, to the bottom of the shore?
And there left forgotten, with no sign of closeness woven?
Dare I say, innocent I am not,
But nor should I bare the guilt of the cause;
'cos when time in man grows much to long
And when solitude needs to be confront,
A little pass opens on our motte
And imagery of us being hosts,
Derives in us tranquility needed most.
And there within or inside of others still
We pry in hearts and search for our lost,
But scorn it at the very moment its gone.

Compasionate and giving, resortfull on hope
All do best at liking of what they need the most.

So do tell me now, that I am lying,
When thou bereft me of my time;

So do tell me now, that I'm no host,
To keep true, untrue plays, that I stopped?