We talk a lot about things at work,
The way they are,
The way they could be,
They way they should be.

My running friends text about things in their lives,
The way they are,
They way they could be,
They way they should be.

Crazy thing is,
My work friends don’t know my running friends
They way the are,
They way the could be,
They way they should be.

In reality, they are separated by more than a road,
But they don’t know any different
About the ways of being
They see the coulds and shoulds pretty much the same,
With some wonder, some confusion, and a little bit of anger.

Anger might be a strong word,
It’s simmering at best,
Maybe dissatisfaction, frustration, a bit of consternation,
Sarcastic views of what is

It makes me feel good to know my friends feel the same,
That I’m in good company with thinkers
Souls who don’t just go with the flow,
People who are able to be real,
No pretense, just being.