torn

I was sitting with my friends,
talking about my day,
when one pulled out a bowl,
and the other walked away.

they both said 'come with me',
and I could not decide,
how could I ever live,
without them by my side?

I was always called the glue,
that held us all together,
but i've found I lost my "stick,"
in this stormy weather.

so one was losing brain cells,
the other walking home,
and I was stuck in the rain--
just coming undone.