this group i call home
these people frozen in time
these day old memories
strung together like christmas lights
wrapped in chapters that once aligned
and now just seem to go together
because they always have
greens and blues
mixed in with pale pinks and deep reds
voices that change
falter and speak
when silence is needed
who are we
these desert eaters
these lonely companions
these high heeled indulgences
who are we
what have we become
why are we
more importantly to some
i have seen your faces
heard your cries
whispered school time lullabies
and sung songs to pass the times
we have not stood together in many ways
but the show must go on
and as the curtain rises we are one
seemingly one
seemingly so
and yet the curtain closes
and though we long to take our separate bows
we move in unison
always together
always as one
if i could but break away
who would i be
who would i become
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