Friday night friends
sitting around the house
talking and smoking a few
all wondering how long it’s been

sharing from the heart
boys just being boys
speaking our minds
fitting into a part

losing our sense of self
merging into a collective
riding the wave of masculinity
it was magik we all felt

bonding with the cohesion of testosterone
forgetting we laid ourselves bare
upon feelings we never share
freeing ourselves beyond the known

forgetting our vulnerabilities
we all took something away
that was deep and beyond uttering
reaching past our sensibilities

that feeling of being young
open to ideas and fresh experiences
not afraid to act or reach for the stars
it was a song waiting to be sung

a distant star shinning bright
illuminating our hidden desires
leading us to our dreams
something new within our sight

making us choose our path
moving nearer to the road we want
sealing our fate in that moment
bathing us in our minds wrath

taking away a new found freedom
stretching forth our wings of manhood
flying away with all our strength
fellowshipping with our friends...for we all need them

forgetting not what we shared
knowing it was them that helped
setting us free to pursue our reality
only because we dared
sensing because they cared
holding fast to all that was shared

10/02/2004

Posted on 01/18/2005
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