Part 2:

Outside these walls, the places we can see

Dont stay the same, just like you, just like me.
Todays white, becomes tomorrows golden
The times we liveare those weve chosen.
Every dot seen from the sky, moving slowly left and right,
Every beating heart and every mindshine, so bright.
It matters not the place, for we can speak the same tongue,
We may get older, but our souls will always be young.
Never be afraid to listen, for life is no more, but a tape,
Advance in all direction, carefully look around, and escape
any and all that might oppose your direction,
And live every day, like the world is your collection. :)
Of moments, and memories, and smiles, and chatter
For the little things in life, are those that really matter.
Whenever you get an idea, a thought, or a fixation
Remember why youre here, for loving life, and creation.
At the end of the day, every new year is just a circle in time,
No matter the harshness, we still end up feeling fine.
And this ? This is just a story, of two very good friends
For all we have and all well have, a story, that never ends.