Where Do I Stand

Where do I stand at this point in your busy, blossoming life;
Do I belong on the cutting edge or the duller side of the knife.
I don't ask out of desperation, a need triggered by some clinging;
Sometimes my brain gets these vibes and the signals received are puzzling.
So this question I now pose, it may well be out of line, but I hope it
Will have an answer: Is our friendship racing towards decline?
For all the years we lived together, I feel I have the right to know.
So let's dispense with our gender-- lay down the gauntlets and say if it's so.

Where do I stand at this juncture in this glowing, promising time;
Do I belong in the millionare's club or am I only seen as nickel and dime.
This isn't some anxious entreaty, I don't go down on bended knee;
Sometimes, when I look at your face, disillusion is all that radiates to me.
This indictment I now unfurl could possibly be out of place, I feel the
Need to display it: This friendship we have is slowly being debased.
All these years we've shared together, we should be able to talk it out.
So, if something about me bothers you, there's isn't any reason to hold out.

Where do I stand at this moment within a growing, maturing soul;
Will I keep this first-hand look or must I participate through a keyhole.
Don't see me as some beggar, my longing isn't too arrant,
But there are questions existing that to your ears might sound extravagant.
Has my friendship become a nuisance, a burden that needs to go away;
Is my friendship only darkness and you rather have the light of day?
Have all the years we've been together made you tired and dreary;
Please tell me where it is I stand, I need you to refute my theory.

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