I kind of miss Gollem… That mangy and twisted creature
His funny ways, split into two like a double feature
His desperation for the ring, but his love for his master
Without him, I couldn’t have gotten here any faster
Thank you Sméagol for being my guide
I wish you hadn’t felt the need to hide
You were misunderstood and lived underground
But then along came a hobbit and you were found
I hope you know you deserve a thousand and one fishes
For getting me to Mount Doom thus fulfilling my wishes
The sky fell and you arrived on a crashing star.
When I saw you, you had many faces.
They were young and bright and beautiful.
But there was one face I saw most clearly.
A face I had thought I escaped.
But no… There is no escape. No, not really…
It happened in the most mundane of places.
Love struck and you had a message to deliver.
You didn’t speak. You said nothing.
Silently comes the loudest message.
Welcome back.
Every step.
Every laugh.
Every cry.
Every kiss.
Every bite.
Every shit.
Every piss.
Every breath.
Every orgasm.
Every blink.
Every word.
Every drink.
Every celebration.
Every smoke.
Every thought.
Every dance.
Every mistake.
Every quest.
Every victory.
Every apology.
Every forgiveness.
Every moment.
Everything.
My prayer.
A big funny joke it is
That we are saying the same thing but cannot hear it
Confusing… I know…
I am your friend, I promise.