Why don't you pretend you are everything
and then look into a mirror
then we'll talk.
there is always someone dancing with you somewhere
7 billion people here,

rocking it in our humble spot on an arm of god
dancing around the eye of the storm
in our own little veil
on the fabric of the field of play
in a hallway of mirrors
and in the movement of the line of you that goes forever
music plays at the speed of light
so fast you can barely see it move through you
as it is one song of every song
we are skipping stones spinning around skipping stones
with the ripples coloring our minds.