Patience for Piers.
I’m moving forward, will my friends keep the pace?

I think I’m outgrowing my closest friends.
I know this problem has an open end…. It’s revolving in my head, is there hope for them?
To make it to my next phase of existence. Lately, I’ve had a penchant for destruction. The kind that precedes building. Clearing out the mental prisons that I see my peers in.
I wish that I could steer them to deeper understanding. But there is only one pilot for their vehicle.
I see they’re relying on falsehoods, trying to appear cool. So caught in worldly fears that they can’t get a clear view.
Feel I’m moving near truth… and they’re staying stuck in the mud, just how we see piers do.
They wouldn’t be my friends if they didn’t go deeper than the surface. But I feel their feet are planted, they find moving further worthless.
Rather be set in their ways than set off to find an escape. I guess they don’t see the gate. The one that’s holding them in place. When I try to share the vision, they just cannot relate.
I worry maybe I’m weak. Am I being arrogant to feel they should believe? Who am I to act as an authority? Is it fair to judge them for what they cannot see? When I know I only broke out because life brought me to my knees?
I just want them to know peace. Real peace cannot come from phony ideals provided by the society we reside in.
Thing I hate most, people have lost their imagination. Never seeing life’s beauty because they won’t change the station.
I feel they are losing me… and I don’t know what to say man. I pray for answers and I pray for patience.
I want them right beside me. I worry resentment finds a way in…
I’ll fall back into the strap from which I was finally straying.






