Is there anything more sweet

than a touch of sunshine in the morning?

Is there anything more soothing than a tickle of crisp air in the eve?

We rise each day and breathe,

we lay each eve and breathe.

We walk the steps of our days,

we dream the stories of our nights.

Is there anything more mysterious than the flowing of time?

Stepping into our stories, we wonder, who are we?

Wandering through our dreams, we ponder, where are we going?

Right here, right now, though,

I am no one, going nowhere.

And that's quite enough!