And forever more

How many will we give in a lifetime? I'll be with you -- I'll stay here -- I'll love you -- How many will we leave dangling in that space where they were given back when we meant it? How many will we carry with us that no one will ever know?

Drifting now forever

Some of us are meant to be wanderers to roam through cities, tracking dirt from one neighborhood to another carrying it in the grooves of our soles our roots dangle in the clouds, perhaps but they can still drink and breathe out there.