Like a thunder clap of
Colorfully venemous wings
Anxiety blows it's horn
At the tip top of
The unicorn
And with our thudding fists
Dry fingertips
We interlace our palms
And ride off into
What we know not.

The sun has gone down
In the Chicago skyline
I reside and waltz
Into the heart of any city
Cultivating and relishing
A life I never dreamed I'd have.

I'll often think
I don't know what anything looks like
Anymore
As a chorus of wolves
In head to toe sheep skin
Cry out like in latin
Cry out like in latin.

But as we carry on
Into the sea of unknowns
Perhaps we all love a little harder
Practice a little more kindness
All while
Maintaining
Our velocity.