Now every time I go and try something new to me,
I figure it all out.
That maybe if me or you,
both possibly feel,
that if the places were same
as those when
(or were)
I lived
and Burned the food my mom cooked.

Arm and arm,
you and I,
cared or not,
nurturing life in me
helping me like everything that
there was or is around me.

More
and more than anything
that just was past friendship
with others.
(between friends
being us is what I
like best)

Hope you feel there was,
what is now.