you tell me of regretful days you lived before we ever met; and how you searched for something that you'd never had, and couldn't get and how you tried, and worked, and strove through every new direction to make, within the changing world, some kind of real connection. but searching -- that is what life is. to understand what we've not known requires in us sacrifice: way out beyond our 'comfort zone', we must explore. we trip, we fall. each minus lost, each newfound plus, becomes the person that we are: you're human, love, like all of us
