Old friends...

... make you young

focus on money

highlights my poverty

Ouch

you called the strong ones toxic

and now you can't stand the weak ones too

the joke's on you

Buddha's trick

Catch the 'me' if you can

Anthropomorphism

Some we anthropomorphise

humans 

too much

Let's go

have your way

I will listen to the music you play

the joy of winter

solitude without interruptions

just the cold wind and me