We are pony tails we are beards
The scrolling credits of untraveled light years
The air, becoming wind
The cell, a man
We are the tightrope walkers
Floating cautiously through a cosmic dream
The wandering rivers
Wisdom breeds, eyes and ears
We are the torn jeans and long boots
Everything between clouds and rain
The ancient roots
We are daydreamers
Declared to be losers back then
Now seeding the sun, defying gravity
A bunch of indestructible thinking heads
Believing unconsciously a simple possibility
Evolution can be revolutionized
We are the left over pizza bites
Sprinkled with the last night’s idea battle
The ashtrays filled with tomorrow’s visions
The dried up tea bags loaded with yesterdays’s lessons
We are us
Nothing more, nothing less
We are the believers who against all odds
Believed in ourselves
We are travellers
The journey