Pack.
To live the life of a dog but for a day; that is the dream. To live life bereft of sophistication. To live life loved by strangers so much, for so little. In a world lack of a need to pre-acknowledge.Separating things like us from the savage beasts and in some perspective perhaps holding us back from a level of communication. This preconceived notion that if someone is not an expert at every single topic, for whatever lack of a better reasoning, makes them less than another.
Blind.
Even though it seems dark, There is always somewhere bright. Because at the end of every tunnel, Shines a shimmering light. We will stumble and fall, We must progress without sight. With each scrape and each bruise, We may tremble with fright. But fail we cannot, Together will take all our might. To the end we must go, To the end we must fight. These tracks in our path, May seem as cold as stone. This path we must follow, Why go alone. Further and further, No end seems near.
