take me in your hand and let me whisper:
You are my body,
I am the essence of your memory
let us move as one
and change what it means to be human.
The winds are blowing us toward a center
that neither of us knew, that neither of us realized
but all seekers believe in the destinations they arrive
no matter how distant we have much to exchange
A plethora of abilities gone and wasted by so many
arguments of this and that
Can we find the space
to enjoy what we have been given?