MELANCHOLY DRAGON

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

During the last few years I’ve lost lot of friends. Some of them permanently, such as couple of my childhood friends who died, some in accidents, some through their own actions. For others I still hope for the best, as one of them has joined a religious cult, one is in hospital following a brain tumor while another battles with King Alcohol. However I feel powerless since I am not in position to help them. It is easier not to think about them since I cannot do anything for them, but that makes me feel guilty when I do remember them. I am a man of action, and I need to solve problems around me or not to think about them at all.

I wonder what is making me this blue? Normally I don’t waste any time thinking of such things.

Since I inhabit my own body, I measure the passage of time with the changes I see in my friends. Perhaps the changes I’ve seen lately in my old friends have not been that uplifting.

Or perhaps I am getting older...

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