Once again we’ve gathered,
preparing for departure.
Up and over, out of sight,
into a whole new rhelm.
Divided we sit,
together we fly.
You in your corner and I in mine,
soon we will be one.
One lights the match,
which starts the other’s fire.
Inhale, exhale,
breath the smoke of our souls.
Today it’s like this,
tomorrow — who knows.
When we gather the next time,
we’ll do it all over again.