why should we change for the better when we can change for the worse ?

of loyalty and friendship,

those were the days when we thought we have it,

a gift that we thought we'd keep forever,

a loosened tie that is bound to be severed.

the true purpose of your past

is just to fill up photo albums,

or maybe to occupy the back of your mind.

some things are meant to be cherished

and not to be re-lived.

and if it is ever brought up

calmly smile and say,

"I felt genuinely happy that day".

walk out the front door with a new pair of shoes

when you're out to make new ones

underneath the bright midnight neon suns.

like civilisations we spread,

we form new alliances and build new bridges.
it was not an act of betrayal,
not by the gentle giant towards the angry midget.
it just shows that they grow.
and when the crow starts mimicking,
the parrot turns ugly.

and on that point onwards
your world would be in shambles.

it is inevitable.
that's what you need to comprehend.

to love and to grow out of love,
to befriend and to fight,

to hold your head up high,
to fall and to cry all night,

to observe with my very own eyes
and to write this poem as I wonder why.