Not all that you see so vividly are memories.

Some are simply dreams of futures

not yet come to be.

The more you pay attention,

the more you see,

that these are future memories

of me

and some things

we've yet to see

but know are somehow true

even if they've been successful

in getting these lies past you.

There is a greater power

that will balance it all in the end.

In the end,

you'll make a decision,

my friend.

In the end,

you should decide

to be a friend

because you'll need a friend

sometimes before your end,

my friend,

and friends don't lie

or deceive

their friends.

Friends are chosen family,

and want what's best,

and the truth always works best in my eyes.

Don't lie to protect me;

tell us everything you know.

I have nothing to hide,

and plenty of room to grow.

Not all I say are thoughts I've thought.

Some are mine, and some are not.