“Let’s draw lines on the ground

just enough to keep us separted

we will cross in our minds

no one will discover

these lines with no meaning

a soul can cross without it’s body

Dream about the other side

of how it might be

and the blue wind that doesn’t blow

not when we’re there

because time slows

and little bugs drink from yours tears

they can feel the way you breathe

and they do feel the way you feel

but I don’t

Not from over here”