The seed that grew
From a delicate hand now alters what I do
And see
Am I in control or at mercy of who I meet?
Along the way
Each face refines my own
Beliefs
I change
When I'm next to you
When I stand next to you
Just like a sponge
My form can change based on what I touch
And hear
Have I conjured on my own these grand ideas?
And thoughts
Or do I credit the sea of faces that I swim in
Swim through
Swim out
It's what defines you
When I stand next to you
