Of Castles and Ruins

Somewhere castles get built....and elsewhere they crumble into ruins...Old friends...who used to know a tear in your heart from miles across...then their life turns messy...and they build fortresses....and forget to give you a map...you knock on the doors...they toss you a key....but the frost inside is unbearable...you turn back...and walk away...only to discover a beautiful virtual world where your friend is King...you feel proud...and then realise...he never told you about the conquest...you wonder whether to gate crash and say "great job"...or to watch from a distance...like watching the night sky...and the stars there....
Then, there is guilt....of whether you were on the wrong side - in that ever so thin line between reaching across and interfering....
Friend, I wish I could turn back time...