We are here like the dust in a sunbeam
Wondering how they will remember us when we are gone
Pondering if these moments will matter
Battling with our need to live in this manner
Detached with the echoes of our journeys tattooed on our backs

Now for me life moves much like a dream
Complete with TIME skipping rope
With the path my hopes want to take
And sometimes I fear like I’m falling
Sometimes I know when I need to fly

Most times I’m standing very still
Sight reading the meaning of the brail
Raised beneath my fingertips
And I believe each lift to mean
We are still discovering which of our
Senses we can trust

Or perhaps right now
is happening in this sequence
As time jumps and yesterday sails
In the same rate of forever
as every breath we

Inhale (hope)…Exhale.
Inhale (hope)…exhale.