Isn’t it pretty,
The way we all hold each other together
We’re all like glue,
Sticky, messy, and stuck.
Though we may all try to separate our selves to build our own empire.
Together our kind of stuck gives us luck.
Like a toy built out of legos, together we’re bigger and tough….
That’s the point of our pain and frustration.
Love and expectations,
You see we are all parallel to one another destination.
Fated to know, learn and show.
Peace & Love