Remember when we were explorers?
The world was a blank slate which we drew upon
The squiggles of lines leading into no direction
that prying eyes would find.
Remember when we were explorers?
The music that we listened to
Was sweet and incoherent
To everyone else\'s’ ears
Our words were a gibberous language
Filled with pitches of impossible frequencies
Our gestures were animalistic
Our home was in a world that no one else knew existed
Filled with mutual understanding
and unending empathy