We are all wanderers
Roaming the land and Sea
Searching for the things
We hope make us
Complete.

We are all scavengers
Picking up little bits
Seeing if anything fits
Into our own warped self-
Image

We are all desperate
Frantically trying to
Sew, tape, staple, and glue
The abandoned pieces of others,
Re-used.

We are all seperate
Full of light and darkness
Of emotions and images
Things we've taken, stolen, adapted,
Given.

We are all wanderers
We are all scavengers
We are all desperate
We are all seperate
And yet,
We are all connected.