The lines of friendship.

Coming down quickly,
Things try to fit in,
I try to make it work,
Everything in harmony.

We are all different,
That's for certain,
and although we turn and twirl,
there's only one way we fit together.

You try to make it work,
By twisting things around,
Setting it up for our perfect friend,
Indeed, I speak of the line.

It comes down quickly,
and rarely do you lay it down,
As you try to complete,
many lines at a time.

But victory is never eminent,
The unbeatable game,
gets faster,
As even you, the master,
fails to prevent a disaster.

And so you count the lines,
which quickly disappear,
If you leave no hole,
In the friendship of pieces.

Because its the hole,
covered by the masses,
which wont let you erase,
all those mistakes.

So keep your words honest,
And leave no lies within,
Because as in a game of Tetris,
a small hole will destroy,
The greatest lines of friendship.