How can life leave one feeling so alone and sad?
How is it that all the efforts are so egoistically clad?
All the efforts put out are to find the truth
As each and every rock is turned over like searching for a broken tooth
It’s like all the searches are in the wrong places
As the search continues through all the small spaces
And right at that moment before the searches end
That is when we discover the friends
A friend to honor, respect and trust
To feel the friends desires and carry them out with lust
Lust to fulfill all that the friend needs
Not something accompanied by greed
To hold their importance high and not condemn
And bring it to that point where we wish only to serve them
To love your neighbor as you do yourself
This is the hardest thing to do in and of itself
So make a Rav, and buy a friend
Find a group and truly blend
Nullifying the ego with intention for the goal
Bringing it back to, one man, one heart, & one soul
Only in love will all be corrected
And the rest of the world, already reflects it
Who are your friends?
Beautiful brother
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