Joe Black - Friend Or Foe? Poem by Mad Gone

I try to leave You far behind,
Out of sight and out of mind.
But you'd sneak up, catch me unawares
and refuse to be defined.

Drifting off to sleep, or as I wake,
Your voice it can he heard.
Of course, they say you're needed.
Without you, who would care the road I take.

I turn my head to listen,
You are so right you know!
It was just what I was thinking,
then I hear Your voice, I know, somethings missing.

The things I hear You say to do,
only contradict your other half.
Sometimes, I think you say it for a laugh,
as I struggle drawn between you two.

At times, I wish for Your depart,
what mischief, You and I could make.
How long truly though before you wake,
demand, I listen and obey that saint like heart?

For no matter how far, fast, free, I run,
as my shadow, You will always follow.
With your seeds of goodness there to sow.
While we will disagree, I as always Your prodigal son.