You were born in 1984
In 1984 I was a "someday, maybe"
You were lanky and curious
At the turn of the decade
At the turn of the decade
I was a colicky baby
Baby, I grew up
In a still pond
Save for family vacation
You grew up
In a riptide
Of repeat relocation
And landed in my town
You landed beside me
Poor souls, all of those
Standing behind me
Lucky happenstance
Lucky routine
Blessed belief, all mystery easier
In light of these things
It must end in opening
It must fall from our shoulders
There must be a moment of light left to look for
When this darkness is over...