7:43 train
These pavements interlock our ambitions.
Our passions interwoven,
A beautiful thread, handmade, life-created.
We made this for ourselves
And we’ll ignite what’s left
With the fire still within us.
Never waiting, expecting, praying.
Only bowing down to the present and all it feeds.
We worship the day
And the future we’ll create with the light of it.
The force that granted us life
Rests within the crevasses of our hands.
Let’s take it somewhere.
-a.m.













