Good Friends

Where lunch becomes
A small excuse
To let our inner voices loose
When rooms aren't crowded
But are full
Of hours which will never dull
Where every word
Is quickly free
From stifling reality
Where grand ideas
Stand their ground
And silly things become profound
When every trouble
Sinks away
Into the best tale of the day
Where we scream and run
In the face of death
Then laugh until we're out of breath
Where smiles are made
Of heartfelt good
And every mind is understood
Where awkward silence
Meets its end
That is where you'll find my friends