Bound together as if with a rope
I look at you through a lens
the footstep on your skin visible
to a select few, who really at you
I could look away for the rest of my life
and it would be easy and encouraged
They say my vision has blurred
a mad woman to see, disturbed to feel
This life is nothing but running sand
and a desert may change but stays a desert
I see in you that same innocent boy
at the same time, an old man of ninety nine
The rope that binds us seems endlessly long
but only goes so many times around the world
Someday we will be out of circles
we'll have to stop and face each other
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