Distractions
Keep Us from Our complete  refractions
So Our patterns or waves
Can never quite gaze
At all Our displays
Of affection.
Quite the opposite direction!

But only at Our insistence
Can We bring back the distance
To where We once shifted Our Existence.
So climb high;
We are birthing the sky
And We’ll never say good-bye!
Never say die!
It’s a lie.