all you have to do is reach forward and take my hand with the callused side down don't look at my palm lines they spell things i wish not to think just blindly reach and take with yourself a picture of what we could be do not worry about what is and what was and what will never be only look forward, see my shoulders i'll gently tug you forward so we can walk side by side it is me and myself, learned and unlearned what is now and what is to be learn from mistakes, do not drag them along do not bury them deeply in the graves next to your apologies and dead dreams follow me, me. Que serΓ‘, serΓ‘