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Dinner with a Friend (What Was Said)

Calling my very skin at the end of a line
Following until I find I'm there by your side
Squinting to peak and coughing to speak
Feeling my way through your desperation for inspiration baby  
 
A starved child stuck in a man's body
Looking for life, existing in redundancy
Expressing the same incline, aging along with time
Rehersed lines withered under repeated crimes  
 
And you think you can buckle down now?  
 
I mean...  
 
I think of my mind always running on overtime
Wishing I could share with you this madness inside
Ideas that are now finally making me a bit richer
Notebooks TM'ed when I thought they were just flickers  
 
And they never stop
It's why I can never sleep
It's why I'm so disappointed
I thought you were like me  
 
Almost thirty with vocations
So young
I can retire
I've worked so hard I thought you would be inspired
 
But you sit there asking me to give you direction
I give it only to those who practice introspection  
 
With my inspection of the life they have made for themselves
I help but can't make one sacrifice showboating for true wealth  
 
So sorry that I sit here looking across this table
Not knowing how to explain that my struggle isn't a fable
That I have worked since I was small and that I am young and successful
And I'm always thinking of things to expand my portfolio  
 
And even though I can now say I am well off
I won't boast or make you feel put off
I am here to help and you can take my advice
But it's up to you to wisen up and think twice  
 
I can't put a purpose or place a kindle in your mind
I can't be the reason that you are inspired  
 
If I am its pathetic  
Please find another sport
Change something
Do some shit you've never done before  
 
I don't mean in the abstract
Only you can save yourself
Stop yourself
Spark something
And no one else  
 
I can't give you a reason to live
I won't give you that
Just an assurance that I'm here
And will try have your back  
 
As long as you protect it...
Show change is your objective  
 
Cause life sucks and it is unpredictable
Only you can calculate
How you'll meet your deductible  
 
I feel for you really
For death to you is new
But for me
It's a friend since birth that's guided me through  
 
Only now do you feel older
Trying to secure your future
And I tell you it will likely be over
If you start investing at fifty or older  
 
So if I seem overzealous
Like I don't need this much
Know only the vigilant  
Survive the rough stuff  
 
So I love you like always
And I am here for you
But live within your means
That's all I can give you.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Author's Note
This is poem one of two, written by two different perspectives of (me) to someone I care about. Convo went like this without the rhyme and with it. Haha believe it or not, I'm a bit to handle in person and how I write is how I speak.
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