Slipping through my fingers like butter 
Down onto the crystal dish 
Friends  
My chance of a civilised life 

Why do I forget 
To love proactively 
Why are relationships like these  
Such a test of heart 

I withhold my need for others 
I cradle me 
Without care to cradle those 
I could befriend 

To die bereft of friendship
To have walked this earth alone 
Is to have experienced man’s modernity 
My unnecessary way 

What i’d do 
To break free of my compulsion 
To love  
To give