"And maybe you can't ever touch the people you want to touch because they're made of sand and your hands are like waves."

Day by day we all grow up and sometimes along the way we lose ourselves and we have to keep reminding ourselves of what we were and what we want to be. And we look around at our families and the new additions like people getting married, people giving birth; the subtractions like people dying, people who stopped coming around. How's everything going to be different in the years that come? The road ahead seems so lacking in direction and there seems to be more than a few ways to choose from. It just feels like a whole mountain and valley and rivers and everything that would just take us somewhere, or nowhere. 

"And maybe you can't ever touch the people you want to touch because they're made of sand and your hands are like waves."

Day by day we all grow up and sometimes along the way we lose ourselves and we have to keep reminding ourselves of what we were and what we want to be. And we look around at our families and the new additions like people getting married, people giving birth; the subtractions like people dying, people who stopped coming around. How's everything going to be different in the years that come? The road ahead seems so lacking in direction and there seems to be more than a few ways to choose from. It just feels like a whole mountain and valley and rivers and everything that would just take us somewhere, or nowhere.