Are we the sum of all that we acquire?
Will possessions hold us in the dark?
Between your breath and mine?
Are we less for needing?
And never really being?

We are memories held and given.
We are the sum of moments,
Laughter,
Joy with friends,
In love.
Small children's hands
Hold more riches
Then the greatest Palace.

To measure is to carry
Your heart in a wheel.
Turning, turning, turning.