Poetry for a friend.

My dearest friend indeed,
You're not in need,
You have,
all that you need.
Stop greeding.

Why can't you see?
We're all meant to be
Here,
with our own purposes to mean something,
No one has nothing
to offer we all have something to bring to the table
Even Jesus was a baby born in a sable.
We grow unstably.
Wondering why we're put in this world,
where we're supposed to go.
But the answer is no,
you're not supposed to know.
The answers to the questions remain unknown.

Forget about the people,
What do they know?
You'll never stop them from talking.
They have the right to speak
and you have the power to keep walking.
Open your eyes to determine those that matter.
Figure out who'll stay when the rest scatter.
Be kind and gentle to yourself cause only then
you'll reach a state of zen and when you do
You won't have to constantly ask,
Who's loving you.

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