an ocean and a rock
let's go to class and learn new things, and dream new dreams that will carry us to faraway places
where the concrete embraces the sea and like the other drifters we find ourselves drinking coffee on pavements
staring up at streetlights that stretches into the nightsky and watch it illuminate falling raindrops that cascade like soft somethings on our faces, something we can't describe
and we live, like we have never lived before giddy from the belief of all things possible
let's meet again on camels on some crossroad in the desert. archaeology, human rights and just plain old wandering.