Such a heavy load, a little bean’s back.
History’s sewn, at times she falls off track.
She’s not coming back, she’s just arriving.

He’s a quiet man, he observes them all.
His story’s planned, the rise after the fall.
Not afraid to crawl, he’s just arriving.

I don’t know why,
I think something’s intertwined.

Steady souls will speak of its glow.
The way the wisest mind could never know.
The way that ebbs and flows just down below.
It beats. You can feel it.

Spending time alone, sometimes looking back.
Her past unfastens. Sees she’s followed her own path.
Takes her time, never fast. She’s finally started living.

He sits scratching poems, writing down what he breathes.
His story undone, he’s not getting all he needs.
He’d rather fun than read. Going out and living.

I don’t know why,
I think something’s intertwined.

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