In the middle of all this, WE are alive.
We, as in - WE.  The royal WE.
Us.  Together again...

And we struggle & we strive for different things.
And we get them.
Some of them.
Some things pass & fade & some things stick.

And we find ourselves relying on others.
On you.  And him.  And her.
She, he, it & a highback chair to lean on.
Our shoulders ache at times.

And years go by.  The years.
And some things change.
Some don't.
The touch & the feel.  It's always the same.

And our memories become crystals.
But we tire of some.
Some of them.
We forget sometimes & sometimes we remember only what we want.

And in the end we're dust.
We lived & died & are dust.
And we return what we borrowed.
And we thank the Man.
It was worth it.  This, here.  It was worth it.