go on, trek alone, and make mistakes on your own, alone with one you can't undo things that you've done.
stop before you go, remember that it takes two to tango; don’t let yourself blow, in order to not disrupt another's flow.
but we obscure ourselves to what we see, so imagine the impact of three; imagine dividing over sustenance, shelter, and liberty.
if we look anymore, how will we ever account the limitless possibilities of four? but it only takes one to spark the fire for desire to inspire for more.
from four through one, a cohesive unit to accomplish what must be done where we’re at, where we’ll be, we maintained a standard of order and decree
together as one, the story we share will unwind. to see experiences we’ve had, we look behind. we look down at our feet to see where we stand. we move forward and beyond to reveal one, that is stronger than just one man.
we live in a small world. and we live in it together. it's crowded, and we always seem to be bumping eachother's elbows but why does it seem like we can't we work together?
(short rhyme excerpt from my journal)
if I were to ever make a difference in the world, I hope it's at least something good...