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.