Drive by,  walk by, with the complete freedom that nature allows.
Each of us in our shrouds of what we are,   and of where we're at,
of where we've been,   and of yet
of where we wanna be.

Each of us carrying our own sun, our own moon
and stars.
Each of us smelling our smells
and feeling what we are.

I wanna wave at you
I see you go by.
I wish you a safe journey
of where you are.

You are where you are,   and I am where I am.
We cross and we weave and slide back and forth
at the intersection of our shrouds occasional collision.
The collision of where we are,
of where we're at,
of where we've been,
of where we wanna be.

We cross as if by chance of natures
molecular crap shoot.
Roll the dice of protons and neurons,
a sub molecular dirvish dance of chance.