There are the heroes of passion,

thrown from failures or successes

with an indiscriminate valour

unaffected by the shallow hearts that plague us all.

Life,

for them,

is lived with the bullets of hate

grazing hearts on sleeves

no armour could defend.

Death,

for them,

an indifferent act suceeding

every other event that came before

without special cause for distinction.

The truly great come through bearing

no gift particularly

but in making no demands

brings gifts greater than any else offered.

A friend is not a friend solely because of geography

a connection made through similar hobbies

or one night of great intimacy or affection conversation.

Pause.

Examine your connections in the world

and then despair,

because only despair is applicable

when life is compared to this ideal of great friendship.

Who are you,

and when did you stop caring,

or calling?

The two-way street analogy is out-of-season,

not out-of-touch,

and while South-bound is a traffic jam,

the North,

a lane to nowhere,

fast,

appears as new pavement.