When we are young,
we walk in a single file line,
matching every step for step.

We dress up like each other,
and enjoy copying one another.

Pretending to be twins, brothers or sisters,
the one kid that has no friends,
the one kid that has lunch alone,
the one kid that that nobody knows is there.

Then we grow up and so do our feet.

Now we can no longer walk stride for stride,
matching every step for step.

We must decide what is our destined path,
Some will cower and seek shelter in another’s
but some will build up enough courage,
while trying not to be,
for ourselves.

path,
to follow their own path.

Our paths will cross again in life,
and for a little while we will be in conformity.

As the rivers of time flow across our destined
Before time separates us one again,
paths,
we will meet up one final time in conformity,
as we pursue our dreams.

When we dream no more,
at the end of life.