Whatever happens in our story
whether beautiful or gory
let’s just remember this
we were not the first to fight or kiss
there were millions
that came before us
and an infinite number
that might recall us
but for whatever it is worth
we were here
to witness sky and earth
to ponder at the stars and seas
look out to the horizons
and inward on our knees
to sleep, to yearn, to dream, to lose
to love and take in smoke
and blood and booze
our memories collecting
information to pass along
whatever happened in our story,
a note becomes a chord,
that chord is a connection to a song.
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