6. Salvaged Chevron

Passing each day looking in the window and then you can see the soul
Rubbing her hands together mysteriously waiting for fun
When we die we are released into the energy that surrounds us all
It flows between the universe, planets, humans, plants and other living forms
It binds us positively and negatively in order to make terms of existence
Increasingly vast, and my dreams are staring to make me think they are
Premonitions of heading down dangerous paths with friends that I care about
They are my brothers. They cannot betray me.