Sometimes I feel like
We are all solitary flesh
Of floating driftwood
Gone lost in the great expanse
Of the big blue sea
And those who are fated to be
Came from the same tree
Always swimming together
As far as they can see
And the bits and pieces
Which are left behind
Are what remains of the ones
Who have been struck by lightning
A flash of searing heat
The downpour of mournful rain
The blinding white light
And thundering sight
Sometimes we get scorched
Before we find our way