I wonder about you. Are you a force more than a mortal? Do the ones that want to love you stay awestruck churning in the baffles of your wake? Never wanting to pass your lead for fear of being an obstacle of your creative beauty. Do you tire of those who can only hold their course to stay in your light? Do your toes touch the earth when you glide among the common? Or like your words, do they float above everything that is solid?