We are both in the same box
Covered in plastic and taped up, inside are rocks
All different shapes, all imperfect
Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic
And I'd like to think that you are a geode
Created in the same pyroclastic flow
As me, but we, we separated, then incarcerated
Then sold for jewelry
And I'd like to think that the jeweler made us
To fit on the same ring
That the forces of nature or God or whatever
Desired for this happening
Cause inside every bird's the desire to fly
Which overcomes the fear of falling and I
Think both of have that desire inside
So let's take a chance and jump, you and I