So we are born
Cute, Stupid, Clueless;
A fresh canvas sheet to the ARTist;
Share an imagination, life goes
Paths are drawn
Some long, some short
Some narrow, some wide
Some cruel, some holy
Some stars shine bright
Others burn out fast
Some come in first and leave last;
Eventually comes death, some part ways
but among mates never so far apart;
Time has won every battle in this war
It always out runs every man;
Still men will come,men will go
Maybe death really is the end of time?

maybe it is...
so shouldn't we make the most of our time while we're alive?
love and laughter and a willing heart to overlook mistakes
good foundation for any friendship...