Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
And the men who hold high places must be the ones who start to mold a new reality closer to the heart.
Like a force of nature love can fade with the stars at dawn...
It's always a happy day when YYZ appears on our luggage tags.
Different hearts beat on different strings
Extroverts never understand introverts, and it was like that in school days.