and just when did you think I disappeared?
the radio was tuned low, not off
the sounds were gentle, listen softly
the waves of innovation rise in the pool of humanity
and I have touched the tip barely;
but blessed be that journey I took
for I learned many a thing in that moon cycle
and I look to the horizon as I mold it to my liking
the crisp scent of change is on the wind,
and it excites me to see what it will hold –
just what will it become?
but let us revel together,
for that is what friendship is;
I was not lost, and nor did I need to be found
the in-between is where I lived
sometimes up, sometimes down.