Tribal Folks

This is only an imaginary friend, caught up in a daze of noble intentions and true affection.  Holding back from our natural tendencies, too stubborn to let go of the possibilities, knowing the futility of our future.  This instant makes quite a statement.  Now or never like its never been before.  Absolute time, stable and constant, will never heed, it will never bow down, it will never quit.  We can only fill it.  The reactions to the actions, and the reactions to those.  It continues perpetually, only pausing for our sleep, which is another dimention with its own desires and fears.  Now awakened, we are selective, choosing carefully the people we consider true friends.  Those we are willing, and eager, to experience life alongside.  Those in which we confide.  Our soul brothers and soul sisters.  Tribal folks.