Love anchors the soul
When I picked up a pair of mugs
the statement couldn't be more true
It is hard to find ourselves
really comfortable in the sea of people
day in and day out
Growing or stale
our heart and soul need to find
where they truly belong to
Sailing or drifting
if there is no shore to port
if there is no bottom to anchor
Destiny becomes an empty promise
It was hard to imagine
we could found ourselves purely upon
what we believed
but we have been building
way beyond the initial foundation
Much like our observation of cloud
every second of a shape
is a true form of life
