walking with a stranger.

Walking by the stranger, it all made sense.
All the words in my head couldn't diminish.
The project's finished. Progress is snake oil for the time trying to escape the minutes.
What is a happy ending but an oxy moron, There's nothing happy about the end or the cold ground the rain pours on.
Turned on the war to find the news on. It's not happy, and it never ends.
Happiness is a love letter that you didn't remember to send.
Walking by the stranger and realizing he's your best friend.
Words to amend can mend the fogged lens.
I can see clear again and he can see the other side of the fence.
Chemical warfare inside the brainstem has been downgraded to heartfelt sentiment
A sprinkle of resentment and an after dinner mint.
We're on this bridge, now allies. no longer running from magpies
No bag pipes playing sad byes, there was never a bad guy.
Just a confused lullaby to comfort the butterflies.
Their not burning cocoons because they can finally shut their eyes.
Me and the stranger, the long found friend.
we'll fight to the death before we let this happy end.