Think about it, yeah?

We walk on separate ground 

Each in our own head.

But dig a little, feel the pull beneath 

Like every breath we take, connects us.

 

But see, not just the breath we draw 

Nor the beat within 

But the unseen thread 

Woven through each soul.

This, a truth so divine.

 

The farmer's hand that brings life from the soil

The weaver's skills a pattern finely spun

Keeps more than one warm beneath the setting sun.

The singer's voice lifts countless spirits 

And the builder's strength shelters us safely in structures standing tall.

 

For in each task, however small it seems

We are the question seeking to unfold

We are the how, bound together by our needs.

For no single star can illuminate the night

We are all just fumbling, trying to get by.