Our lives are caught up
In so many connections, branching
from us, treelike in their motions
We wonder, each day, did that branch grow
That one shrunk, yet another withered away
A snuffed candle of life
And we wonder, some days
If the connections
Are all worth it in the end
was setting up the lattice
really worth all the trouble?
With all my wisdom of these scant years
I will tell you;
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, these people, these ideas, memories
They are worth living for,
Dying for,
they are the only ones
who can make us whole again.