.I reckon what it is to become one with what you love and cherish; that's a falsifying dream to hold on to something that's never meant to be yours or to be imagined as yours. Things that change are never complete they're either in the process of decay or something that needs to be nurtured. Wherever you dig is never a fertile land a specificity is what it takes to sow and to grow Millions have come and millions have gone Life teaches us what letting go has to be Yet if we wish to hold on and on But nothing remains everything's gone