i have to do something everyday
as little things may form bricks
of ideas that eventually materialize into
a citadel of paragraphs building stories
and stories beyond mortal comprehensions.

and there are angels ever ready to help
and there are angels without wings
and in our mortal world we call them
Friends...

to roam this earth without friends is
like sailing on a sailboat with no wind
driving a sedan devoid of any destination
and driving not walking is your consolation.