I move in life like a bumbling bee, a lost tumbleweed. Tripping and stalling at my choices like a fool. All the while I'm watching you. You're gliding effortlessly like them all. Facedown on the ground, I see you as I crawl. Close to the earth, I can feel your path, jetting and dotting, forward and back. We move in life like bumbling bees, lost tumbleweeds. Smearing and smudging our footprints of reality.