Sounds like me.
So many faceless names,
Or nameless faces. .
But then maybe I don’t know enough
To know enough of them.
And maybe there all the same,
If only in the way that they are human,
As am I.
And in that we are united,
And these wrongs can be righted,
Like the delicate flipped boat,
That floats on the stormy seas
Of the uncertainties of only knowing what you know,
When wanting to know more.
When paddling further into the storm,
To one day reach its eye.
Then to go through its wrath again,
To have it pass and to sit with the other boats
In the calm after.
After enduring through the waves,
And so then be united,
And know everyone,
And everything I could have hoped for.