The wind beside the window

The soul beside my chair

The what that’s here and everywhere

Who cares?

 

A friend you trust implicitly

A lover you just like

A reckoning, that’s obvious,

Just strife.

 

A memory that’s falsified

A woman here today

A feeling that’s believable,

I’d say.

 

The never-ending circle

The beginning in the end

The man who you once trusted

A friend?