I soar with the zephyrs on a daily basis Will I ever reach the stars? Maybe. At the very least I can spend a day with the clouds I envy so much and be thankful to see my kin rising to the ozone We are a generation of generating art rather than splitting the world apart We can find a plant called hope in a desert with no seeds We need to add ourselves to one another and witness what higher numbers can achieve. I mean this world isn’t just in our hands. Its secrets are deeper, written in our palms So I pray that when you hold one another the truths of this world speak whispering "Us, not I" among other things that make you welcome love as if it were a long, lost friend.