I am I and you are you, We are what we are and we do what we do.
We all strive to find the line and the proper way to draw it, for I am not really a poet and I'm not sure how long I'll hold it.
How far the stars will shine for me. How long the song will rest in my body.
I loose my words as if none apply, a feeling so simple the desire to fly.
To feel the soft light of morning across my face, to know that I am not lost but choosing my place.
Always searching for something anything to catch my ...