Old Friends and Morrison
Ode to Jim
We used to sin together, you and me
Now, we sin alone
You knowingly, willingly
Me, reluctantly, guilty, painstakingly
You friends of my youth
Friends of the truth
But, was it the real me then?
Or the one I wanted you to see?
Or the one I wanted to be?
Or were you the friend of the youthful fiend?