Colin F. Jones

ME, MYSELF, AND I

How do I, from a friendship known,
Walk off into the night alone,
Convinced that all the world but me,
Have eyes tight shut that they can’t see.
Indeed, I know that the insincere,
By my own truth won’t disappear,
Thus I reside here all alone,
In this, my sacred humble home.
My Mother once trusted a sweet friend,
It broke her heart when it did end,
For she like me has walked that path,
That takes away all that you have.
But trust me for I am not like you,
I speak no words that are not true.

If you choose to doubt me, then okay,
Just take your burden; walk away,
For no one can love if they don’t trust,
And trusting me is a must.
I asked for nothing and I gave all,
A foolish man; I had to fall,
But that’s the way I am I guess,
That’s why my friends are all the best,
That’s why I grill them on my flames,
To test the sincerity of their claims,
Before I truly give my trust,
That friendship will not turn to dust.
Then even though you turn to hate,
You will always be this Aussies mate.

With some I fail for they trust me not,
And they would rather have me shot,
For they know that I can see their truth,
That their tactics soon become uncouth.
All the accusers must stand accused,
All the liars the truth refused,
Only the liar says that another lies,
Who can do it without diverted eyes,
For an honest man is ashamed to say
To another man what fits not his way.
For what is hard for him to do,
Is simple for those insincere few.
Then doubt no other if you are true,
Then I will want to be like you.