Conflicted!

Conflicted, confused, the last few days have left me amused
profuse though out-pourings of everlasting friendship
a few days away
can sound the death-knell of a kinship!

Where art thou
the rising star
the knight in the shining armour
turned out to be a wretched czar!

Promises never made
still seem broken,
never-realised 'laters'
turn to distances becoming greater.

One has to move on
I am told
all safe-havens
tend to unfold.

Who is real, who is true
Honesty and integrity seem to have value no more.

Tis the age of freedom,
I am told
commitment is a whore
friendship is a chore
the engagements once pleasant
now seem like a bore

Tis ok to say rum pum bum
While the sun is shining
we all shall sing
after the sunset though,
tis a different thing.

Life, it is an old witch
who teases with the elusive golden snitch.
If you are a seeker,
your destiny is made
else tis best a farewell you bade.

In the mirror is reflected,
tis is an age of the conflicted!