We are the chosen few
The essential elements
We are all chosen.
We are your bread and butter
Your compass
And your nick of time.
We are.
We are.
We are the fabric and the thread
The friction and the traction
The tension and the peace.
We are human
We are being
We are life.
We are.
We are.
We are lightning and thunder
Scuffed shoes, worn souls, and ripped jeans.
We are better than expected.
We are sunlight and rain drops
Tear drops and heartbeats
Heat and meat and feet.
We are.
We are.
We are what’s behind door number two
We are broken pottery
Putring the pieces together again.
We are.
We are.
We are the win column
We are the losers bracket
We are tie goes to the runner.
We are life and death
Here and now
And maybe forever we’ll be.
We are.
We are.
We are graffiti on the wall
Graffiti on a bathroom stall
We are art our own way.
We are holier than holier than thou
More sacred than the sacred cow
More awe than just some.
We are.
We are.
We’re so random it’s meaningful.
It’s beautiful.
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