You don't awaken,
your real eyes while sleepwalking,
through lifes' long day
Missing your own story unfolding,
your left standing beside yourself,
without anyone to see
madness howling in the wolf pack
wandering alone is my solace
home is where i've been misplaced
blessed are those
who find their station
and know that space is not distance far or near
but life is a struggle
that's met with strife
that hopefully you've left with right
All of me, and All of you, and a part of We.