I have one chance, but I am living many parts to acquiesce through a single existence. I am many pieces of one society. Many expressions of one face, a million voices, but one imagination. There are many hills, but one mountain, many roads but only one way. Though I walk alone – I am living in one world. To be returned to one grave. I feel better when I am on top of a wave of love, feeling many joys, with only one heart, for one woman. And the river flows through all our veins, the light shines through all our eyes, the music is heard by every ear. I used to be one island, but I am myriad lives, experiencing the same dream. Though I wake and sleep at different times. I feel better when I am one. We are all in disparate pieces, for there are many waters, but one ocean.