i wonder where you are making rainbows meet the stars are you underneath the ground or are youΒ sitting on a cloud what is the starting point of your smile are you the operator of our hearts are we destined to sweat awhile are we unpolished stones or unfinished stories are we gardeners cast out from our homes are we sunlight splintered through a bone are we music or are we moans do we come from angels or did we descend from the trees why do we touch the pavement and will we eventually eradicate the bees are we a lesson or are we a test are we noise or are we elegance are we impostors of the ones who came before are we sure we were wanted when we initially walked through that door are we really human or are we merely servants who knew nothing more then to keep a few crumbs wedged behind the cupboards in case we got hungry or lost