But worthwhile ones, important ones, have good company.
Reaching the end becomes the 1,2,3.
Do you stride, stroll or saunter?
Do you wend your way through?
Do you dribble? Do you march?
Are you one of those on patrol?
Do you usher? Do you roam?
Are you marshalling a spill?
Do you trudge, prod or prowl?
Or do you take it easy and chill?
Do you ramble, traipse or step?
Are you having a mosey on down to yonder?
Are you exploring on a trek?
As though you’re herding a lost sheep.
Tailoring the wander of the wanderer.
A quiet but clear whoosh from flow.
A natural arc shows it’s golden beauty.
Because we’re whirring and whooshing inside.
And all you see is a golden giro.
Here is the space we explore to be free.
Notice, see, No-tice, see, Note escesee,  Know to see.
And turn himself away from the closed.
Building a twister that creates not destroys.
I try really hard to listen.
It’s alright, we’ll get there, we can do everything we want together.
From Ugh to Aa! And not always directly.
Balance. Out of balance. Finding balance.
Beauty. You. Me. Us. Synthesis.
Everything starts with the embrace.