Whole Again

 I drift through like a piece of paper running in the wind
Like a mouse under a door or a bird flying high
I stand in the background like the trees, rocks, houses that seem to never get out the way
Like a gate standing between the good, the bad and the ugly
I'm the line between the sand that meets the sea
The forgotten picture of childhood memories
I'm standing alone like a tire swing longing for a push a touch of human life

All to be made whole again